The Druid should have been the one, a charming, small Irish pub with a cult following with an even better burger. But I’m not sure they even know the difference between meatloaf and a burger, just because beef is formed into a patty and slapped between a bun doesn’t mean you can call it a burger. No, season it with anything besides salt and pepper, in this case ginger and what tasted like stale dry herbs, then we’re talking meatloaf. All we’re missing is a ketchup glaze and some mashed potatoes to finish it all off. And I was hungry too, joking at the table before we ate, I declared I was so hungry I was bound to give a favorable review. Not so fast, as some amateur mistakes, burger purism aside, really stood out. The first major offense was the un-melted cheese, so tired of this, it’s very lazy and shows no effort. I’d almost be more okay with raw, but when you borderline attempt to melt cheese, where it’s plasticky and a textural nightmare, it’s a major fail. A cold bun, which was too big anyway, adds to my grievances. continue reading »
