The menu at Local Burger is deliciously simple. They do burgers and fries, and a few other things, and they do them well. I don't mean to say that they do everything right--I think the maple-syrup mayo they pair with their sweet potato fries is horribly misguided, and I also think that they need to get their buns up to room temperature before serving them, but that's not my point. My point is, I really appreciate how simple their operation is. They are smart. Their inventory is compact and, I imagine, easily managed. Too many places try to do too many things. When I see one of those sprawling menus, I think, Oh God, another restaurant without an identity. I also wonder how they keep all those ingredients fresh.
Look at the burger! Look at those fries. Both are excellent, but I must admit that the burger pictured here was undercooked, not because I'm afraid of a little pink, but because my burger was a bit on the cold side, which is unusual at Local B, and probably the result of a sloppy cook. Even so, I'm a loyal customer. I'm a loyal customer because I like they way they do things. They're smart and fast. Instead of sliced onions, the onions on the burger are chopped. And instead of lettuce leaves, shredded lettuce. This way, the line cooks can just chuck the lettuce and onions onto the burger and be done with it. It may only save a few seconds per burger, but those kinds of decisions are signs of an operation that knows what it's doing. And I haven't even mentioned their locally sourced, grass fed beef.
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I wonder how many times I've eaten lame french fries? gross. They should all be great. people suck at making french fries. I was doing fine until I made myself walk to the grocery store, and then I think my medication stopped working. Trying to recover, I cut up a "ball" of bread and put four pieces in my toaster over from Mexico, and then buttered them, and then stuck a piece of cheddar cheese in each one. Is it still considered a grilled cheese if the cheese isn't melted. The effect has a fine after taste, but the over all production of the sandwiches seems to reflect the sort of marginal apartment living arangement I have here at the "fantastic end to america..." have you seen all the neon signs. It is always sunny, and there are no fat people, yeah right. At any rate i am about spent, and I'm sure Jono has tired long time ago about my ramblings concerning this inexcusable country finale that breeds inward upon itself based upon pretension.
I decided to go on a "burger, fries, and coke" diet a long time ago. Told somebody I might go for a banana afterwards but he said 'no way.' So I stuck to it. I left the big city, and took a train to Denver. My friends and I went to a mall, and they had a real nice corporate burger and fry joint there, and I got my food. About 8 hours later I had a bad fever. That's how that diet went. More recently Burger King made my face fat, and this stupid place we got here called In and Out: I like to go in and out of chicks; that's about it. Fries there aren't that great, always a long line of cars and people though.
Where can you get good fries?? Make your own?? Maybe if there was any budget for this blogsite Jono could fly me to east coast and take me to the afformentioned joint. But I can't see that happening during our recession. So long Citigroup. Mom and Pop burger joints, are our past, and future: no more middle man.
I wonder how many times I've eaten lame french fries? gross. They should all be great. people suck at making french fries. I was doing fine until I made myself walk to the grocery store, and then I think my medication stopped working. Trying to recover, I cut up a "ball" of bread and put four pieces in my toaster over from Mexico, and then buttered them, and then stuck a piece of cheddar cheese in each one. Is it still considered a grilled cheese if the cheese isn't melted. The effect has a fine after taste, but the over all production of the sandwiches seems to reflect the sort of marginal apartment living arangement I have here at the "fantastic end to america..." have you seen all the neon signs. It is always sunny, and there are no fat people, yeah right. At any rate i am about spent, and I'm sure Jono has tired long time ago about my ramblings concerning this inexcusable country finale that breeds inward upon itself based upon pretension.
I decided to go on a "burger, fries, and coke" diet a long time ago. Told somebody I might go for a banana afterwards but he said 'no way.' So I stuck to it. I left the big city, and took a train to Denver. My friends and I went to a mall, and they had a real nice corporate burger and fry joint there, and I got my food. About 8 hours later I had a bad fever. That's how that diet went. More recently Burger King made my face fat, and this stupid place we got here called In and Out: I like to go in and out of chicks; that's about it. Fries there aren't that great, always a long line of cars and people though.
Where can you get good fries?? Make your own?? Maybe if there was any budget for this blogsite Jono could fly me to east coast and take me to the afformentioned joint. But I can't see that happening during our recession. So long Citigroup. Mom and Pop burger joints, are our past, and future: no more middle man.
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