Image Source: blogger's own Any company picnic, wouldn't ever be complete without some good ol' BBQ with some burgers fired up on the grill. Except, my office does their parties 'right and proper'; hires the finest local caterers, specifies the freshest meat and produce and fixings around. I kept going at it with these burgers until I couldn't eat any more.
Image Source: blogger's ownRoyal Exchange boasts a large selection of beers on tap, and can be quite an action-packed, after-work, drinking-spot according to the locals and the business types in the San Francisco financial district. Lunch is no exception on a Friday, however, I was surprised that today's group of coworkers, fellow burger enthusiasts were able to snatch a booth with no wait. Again, I suggested we travel a little outside the two block radius from work in order to sample this new spot, but there were less of us today and I thought we'd be able to make it.
It seemed like an exercise in restraint and discipline, to be surrounded by so much alcohol, and not order a beer to go with the bar food. I'm sure we were all thinking that we could probably get away with a Heinekin Light or Sam Adams Light and no one would even get phased.
Anyway, Royal Exchange, which caters to the financial business types, has a full menu which is named according to business jargon. They serve up "blue chip" burgers, while their salads are referred to as "greenbacks" on their menu. In any case, there's basically two sizes of patties, the "Bear Market" is 1/3 lb. and the "Bull Market" is 1/2 lb.
Strangely, we all ordered the Bear Market Burger, even though in fact, I could sense that each of us could have easily handled the Bull 1/2 pounder based on our appetites and sheer burger enthusiasm.
Verdict: For those that know me, and know my principles, I just can't take a burger very seriously if there's chopped lettuce. Royal Exchange's Blue Chip burgers are served with chopped lettuce, a limp tomato and some fixings that aren't really all that carefully placed. On top of all that, the bun was so plain-jane and it wasn't even toasted, not even for a second.
Need I say more?
Image Source: blogger's ownWe had a new coworker recently join the office; and to test his burger enthusiasm, a group of us, true burger enthusiasts, went out to sample the Mel's Diner on Mission Street in SOMA San Francisco. For the loyal readership, you may recall that I previously sampled the Mel's in downtown Berkeley (see 3 December 2006 posting). I was excited to survey another Mel's Diner location, but because it exceeded the two block radius from work, I knew that the group of us would have to hustle there and back, and we'd even have to curtail the burger commentary before, during and after the meal if we were to make it back to the office in time.
The diner was almost packed to the max during this primetime lunch hour. Luckily, there was a group of tables that could accommodate our pack. Otherwise, we'd probably opt to separate or sit at the bar. I thought we were lucky, but knew that the ordering would have to be quick and efficient. I offered to order for the group to save time, but it seemed like it was everyone else's first time at Mel's, and there were quite a few burger permutations on the menu.
Verdict: Despite the quantity and complexity of our group's order, it seemed like the staff here were on top of things, clearly exuding their burger professionalism and attention to detail. My bacon cheeseburger, medium rare was oozing with blood and juices, and the cheese was carefully melted over the composition and sandwiched in between two very carefully toasted buns. I couldn't remember such a fantastic burger in such a long time.
It was also clear from our extended discussion and burger commentary which ensued that everyone else had an equally pleasurable burger experience. To top it off, the new coworker happens to share our/my enthusiasm.
Image Source: blogger's own A former coworker, and fellow burger enthusiast, and native of the South Bay, once recommended I expand my burger horizons and survey Clarke's in the San Jose area. This leads me to inquire, what geographical boundaries actually define the Bay Area? Before pondering this question too long, I decided to appease my hunger sensations, and survey this burger joint, also considered to be a 'legendary' burger stand, withstanding the test of time, unchanged since they opened over 50 years ago.
There were also several generations of burger enthusiasts at Clarke's on this particular Labor Day Weekend. I wasn't quite sure whether it was coincidence or commonplace for this burger joint. It seemed there were several octogenarian or even nonagenarians in the mix, enjoying the moment and their burgers. The sight was an inspiration, to say the least.
Verdict: The presentation has much to be desired. Undoubtedly the burger stand has withstood the test of time; but one has to wonder whether the red plastic baskets which were served with the burgers have lasted equally as long. Also, how hygienic is the single layer of wax paper that separates these plastic baskets and the food?
However, I was quite fond of the smoky bacon and the charbroiled flavor from the grill, but desired a little more juices, since the patty itself was quite dry and overcooked.
