Next up, CK14, otherwise known as the Crooked Knife on 14th Street. It was a dark and stormy night...
The Burger:
The Haiku:
Now that's a burger
Big, beefy and bacony
B-b-b-booya
The Aftermath:
Discussion:
I must say that this was a very pleasant burger experience. I went to CK14 without the intention of getting a burger, so I hardly had time to warm up the ol' gullet. Out on a Monday night meeting Phil, a former coworker buddy, in the middle of a freaking monsoon, I only decided to get the burger when I heard plenty of other folk at the table mulling over the burger. My burger-sense weighing me down with a case of burger envy, I had no other option. I got the burger--the eponymous Crooked Knife Burger--and I was glad I did. Before I discuss the good, let me first weigh in on the not good. Albeit juicy and cooked medium just how I asked, the burger was a thick one--over an inch and a quarter by my estimation. I'm only talking about the patty. While I loves me my meats, I prefer my burgers to be a little thinner. Chewing down that much cubic burger per bite can be exhaustive. Additionally, there was a bit of char around the edges. I only mention it because my impression was a bit skewed after the first bite. But it recovered nicely. Topped with bacon and cheddar, this thing was primed for success. I devoured the whole 10oz. and just barely avoided the meat sweats (which had more to do with the the aforementioned monsoon and my soggy shoes than anything else). The burger was served on a cutting board with a generous heaping of fries and the veggies were piled to the side of the burger. I think it is important to pile the lettuce and crap on the side, and here's why: when the burger comes with lettuce on it, I usually leave it there thinking 'Oh, it'll add some crunch to my burger' or 'the ruffage will be good for the ol' poopin' works'. But let's be honest, lettuces has more place in the rabbits mouth or throwing a disgraced citizens than it does buddy-buddy with mah bacon and my meat. I guess I should mention that this burger was 14 bucks, which I guess makes sense because I was on 14th street. Following that logic though, I might have to avoid checking out Esteban's Authentic Cuban Burger Shack on 57th street. Overall, I would say that this was my best burger experience since coming to New York. While a prestigious honor in it's own right, I must mention that I have not had access to the materials required to make my own meaty beef stack of meat.
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