Monday, May 16, 2011

Being and Burgers Goes International!

Or at least bi-national. People don't tend to count the U.S. as "international" in relation to Canada - but the point, avid readers, is that this blog is transcending geopolitical boarders and bringing you some evals of the burger offerings of our southern neighbours.

I - the Dill - am spending the month in sunny California. And you know what that means: In-N-Out Burger!




On a road trip to L.A. with my parents, we made the requisite stop at this classic of Americana drive-thru. The menu is simple: burger, cheeseburger, double double, fries. We grabbed a trio of double-doubles (two patties, two slices of cheese), but opted to forgo the fries. The only less than charming element of In-N-Out? The calorie count of each item on full display.

It is hard to evaluate a take-out burger like In-N-Outs in comparison to the likes of O'Burger and, pending, M:BRGR, but as far as drive thru goes, this shit's the tops. Super tasty, fresh, and prepared right before my eyes by young, resentful people in 50s-inspired white and red outfits - what's not to love?

Other than that calorie thing...

Well, it was messy to eat. They mercifully wrap the burgs up in paper, but they are so juicy and saucy that the paper gets soaked, and you could very well end up with a mouthful of it without noticing. Not that I did that. But. You know. Someone feasibly could. The only other downside would be the ambience: it's better than plastic clowns by far, but peruse People of Walmart to get an idea of your average dine-in patron, upon whom your gaze will inevitably and irretrievably fall.


But at the end of the day, my mouth is watering just writing this post. Definite contender for best take-out burger.

The In-N-Out Breakdown
Value:
5/5
Bun: 3/5
Toppings: 3/5
Mess: 1.5/5
Ambience: 2.5/5
Service: 3/5

Saturday, April 30, 2011

O'Burger? Mmmm Burger!

After my mild indignation over the scant patties of Patati Patata, it was time to get some serious, juicy burgers into and around our faces.

The spot: O'Burger.

First - an apology. My trusted point-and-shoot which should be able to withstand meteorite impacts and sudden Manhattan flash floods, inexplicably died. So I stole any and all photos from the internets. Sorry internets, and faithful reader. I've betrayed us all. But, moving on to more important things than my personal and disintegrating moral compass: the burgers.

It's a fairly high-end burger place, complete with fancy salads and kitchy mod wall art, and we hit the McGill College location. Rumour had reached the ears of these burgerphiles that here was where one could find the best burger in Montreal. So, obviously, it needed checking out.

The menu is mouthwatering, if not a bit pricey, and thankfully we had a guest contributor, Lady Blacksmith MmmmBurger, to help us test out the variety of options.

Lady MmmmBurger had the Zurich (Swiss cheese - get it? - sauteed mushrooms, glazed onions, and BBQ sauce), Creamy Dij' had the Boston (old cheddar, bacon and o'sauce - "What is O'sauce?" "It's basically Big Mac Sauce" "...Ok then...") while pattymaster C Dill ordered herself the Dallas (Monterey Jack cheese, bacon, glazed onions and creole dijon sauce).

Each burger was masterful art, topped with flags indicating which burger was which by stereotypes associated with the respective cities the burgs were named for. People in Boston wear ballcaps! Isn't prejudice much more delicious this way?

Anyhow, cowboy hatted and lederhosened bovine stickers aside, the burgers were delicious. Thick and juicy, Angus patties, on remarkable buns. Remarkable. Sesame and poppyseed. A little sweet. People tend to ignore the bun unless there's something wrong with it (like, in my opinion, the too chewy Patati ciabatta bun, but, just me...), but this was just a bun worth stopping and noting the quality of. Which we did. Which says a lot, considering how delicious the burgers were.

One huge drawback with O'Burger is the price. While anywhere from 7-10$ a burger may not seem that unreasonable, the burger is all you get - all sides cost extra. This is particularly misleading, when the server asks "Fries?" after your order - beware, you just spent an extra 3$ on those crispy golden suckers. Though they are quite good, and I would suspect that their O'[nion] rings would be worth investigating as well.

How did O'Burger fare in the breakdown?

Value: 2/5 Dill & MmmBurger, 3/5 Dijon
Bun: 5/5 Dill & Dijon, 4/5 MmmBurger
Burger: 5/5 Dill & MmmBurger, 4.5/5 Dijon
Toppings: 4.5/5 et al
Mess: 4/5 Dill & Dij' (MmmBurg abstained)
Ambience: 3/5 Dill & Dij, 3.5/5 MmmBurger
Service: 1/5 Dill, 1.5/5 Dijon, 2/5 MmmBurger

So I clearly thought the food was awesome, but everything left up to people outside the kitchen (decorators and servers) was pretty flat. I can see where some people would like the look of O'Burger - it's kind of mod, with a black, white, and hot pink decor - but I find it unnerving. And, working in the service industry, I can be more understanding than most when food is slow, but I also know that when we are one of two tables eating at 5pm, being ignored for ten minutes is just the product of laziness.

And a quick clarification on the Mess and Value categories. The higher the score for mess, the less messy it was. I know "Ease of Eating Without Soiling Yourself" would make a more clear category, but Dij' and I are partial to monosyllables. Clearly. And Value is a tricky one. It basically asks "was it worth it?" So while, for instance, O'Burger is far far more expensive than Patati Patata burgers, it's because, at the end of the day, the quality of the food is just in a different category. So if you want to go grab a 14$ burger lunch, I would say O'Burger is worth checking out - you get what you pay for, and brother, it's good.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Patati Patata

A couple of weeks back, Dill and I were hit with a mean case of Spring Fever and an intense craving for red meat. We decided to make the most of the unseasonably nice weather and get some hambourgeois to go. With the sun on our faces, we strolled north up St-Laurent until we hit Rachel.

The spot: Patati Patata

This gem of a spot is no bigger than my (very modest) living room and still manages to be a fully functional resto. The walls are colourful, warm, and display large, hand-drawn
menus. These menus are the only ones available, but are very much readable and add to the relaxed, almost canteen-like feel. The seating is pretty limited (making it an ideal takeout spot), but those who are nimble enough to find themselves a seat may choose from a small selection of tables or the bar.

Beyond burgers, the menu offers a few other "mains" if you will; namely, fish patties, poutine, borscht (NEAT-O), and even a marinated tofu burger for our soy-loving friends. I was particularly delighted by the sides - salad and fries sold together as one unit - can you say guilt- free? But on to the more important business - the burger, of course.

Patati Patata's boeuf bourgeois has a variety of options for toppings. So many, in fact, that customers are given checklists to indicate what, exactly, they desire on their patty. This also makes things easier for the (usually) 2 people who are running the whole show (that's cooking, cleaning, serving -- you name it!). Once you've made your decision, you simply hand your checklist in with your verbal order and that's it. Although plentiful,the options are pretty basic (lettuce, tomato, mustard, etc.).

Dill and I both decided to splurge on bacon AND cheese, the "pricier" toppings (though my bacon was a free treat - win!), salad/fries as our side, and a can of soda. While we waited, we admired the 2 fellas on duty that day while they did their thang. Let me tell you, these gentleman worked speedily and with a certain grace that only someone who really cares about their food can possess. Even with 10 plates on the go, the attention they paid to the arrangement of veggies on each plate was remarkable. On top of that, they were crackin' jokes and totally won us over with their charm. A true delight to behold, I tell you! Despite it being a busy Saturday afternoon, we only waited for about 10 minutes for our meals.

With our box of goodies in tow, we headed to a nearby park to begin our feast. The burgers were very nicely assembled and served on a ciabatta bun. Definitely not your average bun - it was a bit course and chewy, but I loved it. It was a bun with soul, you know? The patty was tasty but a little on the small side. I sort of like slim burgers, so I was pretty satisfied, and for the price, well, I think it's a great deal. Dill agreed that it was a great deal, but, staying true to her Albertan roots, maintained that she prefers a thicker patty. If you find yourself thinking like Dill, this may not be the best burger for you, but if you're willing to have a burger snack as opposed to a burger meal, this is the way to go. Being somewhat miniature, the burgers were pretty easy to eat (though Dill had some minor difficulties - perhaps we can attribute these to eating sans table?), even with bacon and cheese and lots of veggies. Overall, the toppings did not disappoint, although they were pretty standard, and I would totally recommend splurging on the bacon/cheese.


The fries were pretty exceptional -- not too salty or soggy, and the salad was fresh and colourful and drizzled with a nice sun dried tomato vinaigrette. The serving of fries/salad is quite generous and a nice addition to the more conservatively sized burg. This meal scored pretty high in my books, and Dill and I did not differ too much in our ratings (even our dog friends agreed!):

Value: 4/5 (both)
Bun: 2/5 (Dill), 4/5 (Dij)
Burger: 2/5 (Dill), 3/5 (Dij)
Toppings: 3/5 (both)
Mess: 3/5 (Dill), 4/5 (Dij)
Ambience: 4/5 (both)
Service: 5/5 (both)

I am a firm believer that size is not everything, so if you're looking to consume a burger crafted with love and attention to detail, in a relaxed, ambient setting, this place is not to be missed. Plus, it's a great spot for people-watching and the tunes are pretty fly.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Conception: A Blog...about Burgers

You are warmly welcomed to this blog by the completely appropriately pseudonymed burger-enthusiasts, Crunchy Dill and Creamy Dijon.

The two of us stood at the counter of a burger place on Saint Laurent this evening, enthusing about our burgers, past, present, and immediate future, when Creamy Dijon marvelled:

"Wouldn't it be great if we started a blog or something about burgers?"

"We should totally do that. We could have burgers every week!"

"Oh my God. Yes. And, if we become famous enough, we will be asked to design hightops!"

And from thus came "Being and Burgers: A Philosophical Assessment of Burgers." Two girls who like burgers, and hope to become famous enough to design Adidas high tops.

Dijon and Dill (we inexpertly both chose psudoynms - "Because you should always plan to be famous, because you never know," as Dijon so wisely told me - with the same initials) eat a lot of burgers. We are not food critics. We are not educated in the culinary arts. Dill is from Alberta, and has, therefore, a well bred appreciation for red meat. Our qualifications end there. But, as mentioned, we eat a lot of burgers. And who doesn't love burgers? Vegetarians? No. Even they love burgers.

This blog will serve as our enthusiastic, if ill-qualified, exploration of Montreal's burger profferings. We shall hunt, peruse, consume and probably even pay for burgers the city-wide, and come back to you with our findings.

"A Hamburger is warm and fragrant and juicy. A hamburger is soft and nonthreatening. It personifies the Great Mother herself who has nourished us from the beginning. A hamburger is an icon of layered circles, the circle being at once the most spiritual and the most sensual of shapes. A hamburger is companionable and faintly erotic. The nipple of the Goddess, the bountiful belly-ball of Eve. You are what you think you eat."
Tom Robbins