Peter Luger – Burger
You all know how I love baseball, but the past few months has seen me watching more football than I’ve watched in my entire life, for one simple reason: fantasy football. This year was my inaugural fantasy football season, and I think I dig it… What’s this got to do with Peter Luger, you ask? Well, the winner (not me) received a lunch at Peter Luger, courtesy of the losers (one of which was me). I would finally get to try this burger everyone’s raving about!
The bread basket was so monstrous, someone requested I take a photo of it. I mean, there WERE 7 of us (one of us had to bow out due to prior obligations).
My medium rare burger with a slab of bacon on top – I wanted nothing else. Actually, I ate the bacon alone. It was tasty.
Cheese’s vibrantly green broccoli. It was sufficient.
As for my burger… cooked to my request of medium rare. I don’t see the appeal. Was it an off day? I find it hard to believe that people rave about what I received: the bread overwhelmed the patty at times, and parts of my burger were incredibly salty. I added nothing but a slick of mayo, and I just wasn’t wow’d. The meat was OK, but didn’t stand out; the crust on the outside was barely noticeable, and just… meh. I eventually began eating just the burger patty, to see if removing the offensive bread would help, but it still needed a lot of help. I wasn’t impressed. I would seriously pass on this next time – and just get steak! (I can’t be mad about a decision like that.)
TC had enough room afterwards for the Mad Cow sundae… I didn’t try any, but I did think the little cow chocolate on top was adorable.
Yvo says: I went to Peter Luger once upon a time, long before I began taking photographs of what I ate, and found it fine but nothing amazing. This time, I was just seriously disappointed by the burger that everyone says is life changing. It was OK. Nothing that special. I may give it another try just because I feel it must’ve been an off-day, although everyone else at my table enjoyed their burgers (and steak… the winner chose steak, of course) and I was the only one unhappy. Ah well.