Eastern Standard: Boston, MA

The best burger. Ever.

First agreeing to meet at Uburger (pronounced like "oo-ber'ger," they should have added the little omlauts: üburger) in Kenmore Square, my friend Tom suggested we try someplace a little less crowded by college kids where we could relax and enjoy a nice meal without feeling rushed.

So we crossed the street to Eastern Standard, where I had heard from my roommate that we could find the best burger in the city. Perhaps this was an understatement.

Tom, the burger connoisseur, determined this meat patty between two buns to be worthy of praise far exceeding its unassuming presence. His recommendations are handed out with discerning judgement. Remove all toppings, to truly taste the texture of the meat, the flavor and its preparation, and to not be distracted by condiments or other vegetables. So, off came the single leaf of Boston lettuce. The beautifully melted cheddar cheese was allowed to stay. Lifting the crusty brioche to his mouth, the first mouth full prompted a hearty nod. But, he said, final judgement is reserved for the final bite. The whole experience, all the way through, must be as good as that first juicy taste.

The best burger. Ever.

Equally impressive was my meal, Monday's special, Meat Loaf. I ate every last bite of the rich, flavorful favorite of moms across America. Served with a smooth beef gravy and creamy mashed potatoes, my heavenly meal took me back to days at home with my family growing up, and the fullness that usually only accompanies Thanksgiving feasts. But moister.

Add to all this, a warm & casual, yet elegant atmosphere and a friendly wait staff, we had a perfect dining experience for a damp autumn evening.

http://easternstandardboston.com/