I’ve become very “stay home and cook,” lately—with quite a few foods posts lately to show for it. …And tonight will either be a clam chowder or oyster stew, depending upon what I can source fresh when I head out in a bit.
I think it’s been over 2 weeks since I darkened the door of a restaurant, and I’d recently been hearing a lot about The Counter, a gourmet burger joint where you fill out what you want on a clipboard and they come deliver it to you (locations). While you can get your burger in a bowl with greens, I can do that at home any time. So, this is a bit of a grain indulgence. Good thing is, when it’s as infrequent as this, it really doesn’t cause any adverse feeling.
You can get these burgers with a 1/3, 2/3, or full 1 pound patty. I opted for the 2/3, cooked to medium, which to me means pink on the inside.
While I was waiting for the burger, the server asked if I wanted anything like fries or rings. I asked how they do their rings, i.e., the proper way or with some sort of batter or breading (the improper way). I was in luck. All images can be clicked for the larger, hi-res versions (all photos via iPhone 5).
The difference between a modest portion size like that with a mere dusting of flour and one of those monstrosities they serve in some restaurants with slimy, greasy worms inside of a huge layer of batter or breading is huge. You feel just fine after these—least I did.
While I like produce on a burger too, I opted this time to go the pure route. 2/3 pound burger (after cooking), gruyère cheese, dill pickles and red onion. That’s it. No mayo, mustard, ketchup.
One option is to get a sauce with it, which they serve on the side (ketchup and mustard don’t count as sauces). I opted for the “au jus,” (which literally means “with juice,” which is a funny way to ask for a consommé, demi-glace, or beef stock based sauce).
At any rate, I tuned it into a burger / french dip sort of deal.
That’s cooked perfectly in my book. Very impressed, especially with the uniformity. That was pure sinful delight, eating that. If I end up sining once per week, I just may be boldly going to that same place over and over.