Resisting the temptation to eat cheeseburgers used to be easy in Dupont Circle for one simple reason: there weren't any worth craving. That all changed when The BGR Joint opened their doors last week. Now, I have to pass by BGR every night on my walk home from work. Oh. Dear.
Friday night Marcus and I gave BGR a try. My burger choice, the Wellington, came perfectly cooked to my liking (medium rare), and covered in earthy mushrooms, mixed with a hint of blue cheese and caramelized onions. The burger was tucked in a buttery brioche bun, and each bite delivered juicy, fatty goodness.
I could be happy with burgers alone at BGR, but then they had to go and make some of the most delicious fries I've had from a "fast food" place. Starchy, crispy, and salty is the holy trinity when it comes to fries and BGR has it down. Attention french fry lovers: a pilgrimage is in order. Make a trip to BGR and order the thick ones. I ordered mine plain, but I'm intrigued with the notion of adding garlic or rosemary for 49 cents.
Perhaps one of the reasons why I loved BGR was because it was like stepping into a time machine with express service to 1987, a time when John Cougar would blast from my stereo speakers. Yes, it's true. I used to play Jack and Diane over and over again until my Mom threatened to break the record in half. Then I would switch to Jack Wagner for the slow stuff.
Here's another indicator of deliciousness: Marcus got his burger (bacon with feta), started eating it, and didn't say a word until the last morsel was gone. Then he proclaimed it the neighborhood's best value. His only complaint was that the bun didn't hold up (as you can see from the photo above, my photo frame could barely contain his burger. Mine is pictured below).
I've only tried BGR once so far, but it looks like I'll have to find another route to walk home. Otherwise, it's BGR for dinner every night.
