Man oh man.
I am surprised by the lack of play of this spot on the board, especially considering Bourdain's stop here for the Black Label Burger on the recent "Obsessed" episode. Worth the hype, I must say.
The room is a classic old school downtown tavern, like Pump Room in its hey. A spot imaginable of politicos and the occasional movie star chomping on cigars and swilling down martinis. A grid of charming caricatures of regulars from bygone eras adorning the walls. Polished brass, stained hardwood, low lighting, you know what I'm saying. Called for reservations too late, no worries, put our name in and had a drink up the street to kill an hour. Seated immediately by charming (and excuse me for saying, sexy) front-of-the-house staff. Polished service the whole way through. Killer drinks- we had Ginger in the Rye, a spicy punch made with high end rye and a Maple Sazerac- both generously poured I might add.
We had to do the hyped dishes. Marrow bones- three generous lengths of roasted bone brimming with unctuous marrow served with well designed pointy spears of baguette, perfect for getting into those hard to reach crags. Sweet onion relish was nice, but an afterthought next to
God's favorite condiment.
We both ordered The Black Label Burger. I subbed salad for frites, since I was transfixed by the idea of pomme aligot after reading Sam Sifton's piece on
11 Most Memorable Dishes of 2009 in the Times. The dish was exactly as fawned over, an ethereally gooey mass of potato and cheese, married in harmonious stasis. I will say this, I wasn't quite sure how to eat the dish, spooning mouthfuls of such richness seemed a bit over the top. Smeared on the lovely baguette that served as bread service, it made for a fondue-like experience, but with the burger in front of me I did not want to fill up on bread.
The one thing not up to standard actually was dining companion's frites, tasting more of oil than potato and over-salted for her liking. I made the right move with my substitution. The little tangle of fresh greens was a welcome addition to this cholesterol overload.
And that burger. It really was all that. Perfectly crisp, caramelized crust flecked with course ground salt and pepper, yielding an exact medium rare interior, oozing, full flavored to the point of near funkiness from dry aged beef. Sublime. The roll was ideal, browned on the outside and pillowy on the inside, caramelized onions adding a sweet note that was, as suggested, the only condiment really worthy of this beautiful creature. I applied an occasional tiny dab of dijon to every fourth or fifth bite to perk things up, but this is about beef. Worth $26 for sure. Best burger ever? Ground prime cuts of dry aged beef, griddled crisp and juice-maintaining, cooked perfectly to order. Yup, best burger.
No room for dessert.
Do yourself a favor and eat this burger. Delightful spot.
Minetta Tavern
http://www.minettatavernny.com113 MacDougal Street
New York, NY 10012-1201
(212) 475-3850