The burger at Post 390 stumped me, ordinary and almost ugly on the surface, it was one of if not the juiciest burger I’ve had to date, the hot fat bursting out upon my first bite. Similar to a Jucy Lucy, it was an unexpected but welcome river of flavor (in this case juiciness vs. melted cheese) that I had never seen before. A great start that unfortunately had a brief moment of greatness that didn’t last. They achieved the impossible with this burger, so moist in the first few bites, yet so dry and over-cooked the rest of the way. And the seasoning was inconsistent, my burger could have used some salt, while my burger companion’s sandwich, the delightful Katie from a Small Boston Kitchen, was nicely flavored with the requisite salt and pepper.
It’s as if they spent no time conceiving this burger, while I can’t comment on the rest of the menu, the interior and vibe is clearly geared toward the young professionals in the area. The scrub showing up in an Arcade Fire t-shirt has no chance to be treated equally, I’m not saying our service was bad, it was fine, but why didn’t my burger look like everyone else’s? Either way, it’s a glorified Applebees burger, except it costs $15. Like I said, that juiciness is incredible, but it’s fleeting, dry and borderline flavorless the rest of the way, it does at least boast melted Vermont Cheddar cheese. The bun is good, buttered and flavorful, it fits the burger nicely, although structurally almost didn’t hold up because of the initial juice explosion.
The fries add to the ordinary package, crispy yes, seasoned reasonably well, but so darn hollow and tough they reek of pre-made fries sitting out for far too long. No chance these were fried to order, crunchy I can get, but hard and empty inside has no place on my plate. While the space at Post 390 is modern and hip, the burger, at least for my money, is very average. Despite being juicy at first, a dry, bland patty and weak fries just can’t justify the $15 price tag. Money aside, this burger just ain’t that great, who are you going to trust, the suits in the Back Bay, or the scrub from the suburbs?