Where the Buffalo Burgers roam
You see this? You see this right here?
NOM NOM NOM. LIKE WHOA. FOR REALS.
I have tasted Buffalo, and it blows beef out of the water. This ultra-lean patty, served with fried onions and a dab of BBQ sauce–found at a Bass Pro shop restaurant, no less–may have been a little dryer than your average burger, but the flavor…every bite had me grinning dumbly, heedless of bun crumbs spilling down my chin (an awesome pose to strike in front of your girlfriend’s parents, let me tell you). I’ve gotta get my hands on some of this meat. Imagine the possibilities if I got it a bit fattier, cooked the burger with a little bacon, experimented with the bun. I could throw a “weird meat” barbecue with the guys from A Hamburger Today and grill up this, some Ostrich, and maybe one of those bacon burgers I read about a while back…
The coolest thing? For once, after finishing, I didn’t feel like I’d slurped down a grease milkshake. Too often restaurant burgers are an exercise in excess, and I dread the day that my umpteenth bacon cheeseburger kick-starts a tingling in my left arm. This burger left me full, happy, and energized. My only regret is that my beloved iPhone’s camera can’t do it justice.
-Jim, realizing if he doesn’t buy a digicam he’ll never get on Tastespotting again