Father's Office
Tucked away in a dark, crowded American gastropub in Santa Monica is the one burger we go out of our way for when we're in L.A. The gospel served on a soft roll. It’s simply a patty of fine dry-aged beef topped with caramelized onions, Gruyère and Maytag cheeses, applewood-smoked bacon compote, and arugula. A local and self-proclaimed foodie introduced us to the joint back in 2007. Every time this burger hits our lips, we crown it "Best Burger…Ever.” Every time.
Welcome to Father’s Office.
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Lobster Rolls
It’s finally reeking of summer in New York. That’s right, we're talking about the subways. But there is a silver lining—lobster rolls. Of preppy summer fare, there are few greater and none more satisfying. The best are teeming with fresh lobster and served up in cardboard trays and wax paper. We rolled up to the food truck laager in the Flatiron District last night to usher in the season of leisureliness properly...
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P.J. Clarke's
We're running a bit late to the corner of 55th & 3rd. Max Wastler is waiting for our lunch date. After a handful of text exchanges, we spot him in the red brick saloon—penny-tile floors, carved mahogany bar, tin ceiling and stained-glass transoms. P.J. Clarke’s is a vestige of a better time—another century all together. It also serves a legendary burger. It’s wall-to-wall packed with suits (and deals were certainly being made) but we manage a grip of stools at Doug Quinn’s bar with a bit of timing and keen eyes...
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J.G. Melon
The patronage is meager by the time we duck in and grab the table in the front corner. It’s usually packed at dinner—the line running out the door. Back when Lee introduced me to J.G. Melon, we skipped the wait in favor of the bar as he nonchalantly pointed out all the somebodies everybody treated just like anybody...
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