The Best Burger I Ever Had

Has it really been almost a year since I posted something? Apparently it's been awhile, because when I signed into my Blogger account after oh so many months, it took me nearly five minutes just to find the "New Post" button, due to the new layout of the website. I really have not forgotten about you; every time I go out to a new restaurant, I do take pictures of everything that I eat, tell myself that I'm going to write about it as soon as I get home, but alas, when I really do, I pass out on the couch from being food comatose. Or maybe  it's from the drinks prior to having the meal. Or both. But at any rate, the next day, I forget about everything. FAIL. 25 fails to be exact, for that is how many "restaurant files" I have on my laptop that I have yet to work on.

So, what exactly has been going on with me since the last time I posted? Long story short, I found a job, worked for awhile, found the love of my life, (who happens to not like dessert...I know, I know. My heart sinks a little every time I have to say that), and moved to Atlanta! Now that I have a little bit more time on my hands, I suppose I can finally catch up on my blog posts!

One of the main reasons why I am on my blog again is because I just had a recent food experience that I simply must share with you. Being the self-professed foodie that I am, I have eaten at a lot of good restaurants, tried a lot of different and unique things; I can tell you where to go, what to order, what to avoid.  So believe me when I say that I just ate the best burger I ever had in my life! In Atlanta! Sorry Seattle, I know you make pretty good burgers too, (i.e. John Howie Steak, Lunchbox Laboratory, etc.), but you've got nothing on this Atlanta burger.

Picture it. A burger so good that they only make 24 of them every night at 10:00 PM. So good that you have to get there at 8:00 just to make sure you can get one before they sell out. (Which is what usually happens.) So good that it's not even on their menu--you have to ask them about it. So good that the couple sitting next to us told us that they drove for forty minutes and got a hotel close by, just so that they could have these burgers. So good that when you eat it, your head tilts back, you close your eyes, and say, "Oh my god, this is SOOO GOOD!" after every bite. It is so good, it'll make you think you can walk on water and part the Red Sea.

I don't really even know what it's called. When Ruben and I got to Holeman and Finch Public House that night, the very first thing we said to the waiter as soon as we were seated was, "We want 'the burger'. Two of them." Fortunately we got there pretty early, 8:30 to be exact, and we were told that they were still available and that they would save two of them for us. The last time we went there, we weren't so lucky. We got there a little after 10, only to find out that the burgers were sold out "a long time ago." So this time we weren't taking any risks.

While we waited for our burgers, we enjoyed a few drinks, all made by our wonderful bartender Jason. I say mixologist because of his ability to make great improvised drinks based on what I felt like drinking, (he made me a spicy drink with jalapenos, and salty one with a pork rind in it!), but he thinks otherwise. Ruben's drink of the night was the classic long island, and he said that was the best long island he's ever had in Atlanta, and the second best he's ever had in his life, with the first being at Cantinetta in Seattle.

We also shared a couple of small plates, one being a crisp pig ear salad, and the other being seared hanging tender. While both were very delicious, I didn't really care for them. I don't know if it was because I wanted to save as much room as possible for the burger, or if it was because the drinks were starting to make me full. I merely picked at them, while Ruben, on the other hand, gladly ate whatever was left (which was pretty much most of it).

Crisp Pig Ear Salad

Seared Hanging Tender

And then, at exactly 10:00, Jason yells across the bar at the top of his lungs, "IT'S BURGER TIME!!!" And the bar goes wild, but in the classiest way is a pretty sophisticated type of restaurant after all. Everybody cheers, and not a moment too soon, they start bringing out the burgers to whoever ordered them.

The Burger!

The burger itself is simple--two hamburger patties, melted cheese, a couple of pickles, a little bit of onion, house made bun. No Man vs. Food burger tower madness. No ketchup, no special house sauce, no strips of bacon. Just simple perfection. I don't know what they put in that meat or what they fed that cow before he met his demise, but it was the most tender piece of fully cooked burger I've ever had. Every bite seemed like I was having an "Aha" moment, and I savored each and every bite as if it were my last.

The burger itself wasn't very large, but I could barely eat half of it! I think everything else I had that evening was finally starting to settle in. But I tried, lord knows I tried so hard to eat it all because I did not want to see that lovely piece of burger go to waste. Asking Ruben to finish it for me was useless because I could already see his empty plate and him slowly slipping into a food coma. At the end of the meal, we were way beyond satisfied, but all I could really think about was how I should have worn sweatpants to Holeman and Finch and not the little tight dress I decided to wear, just because I wanted to look "cute".

As soon as we got home that evening, I immediately flopped onto the bed and passed out, dress and shoes still on. Ruben followed shortly, but not before playing with our new puppy Snack Pack and passing out on the couch for a little bit. Just another perfect ending to another perfect date night.

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