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The slideshow above contains images of three burgers each ordered medium-rare at Bukowski, an ambitious burger grill squeezed into a shipping container on the upper level of Boxpark in London’s Shoreditch.
The third burger was a replacement for the sent-back second, which, judged according to the burger doneness color strip below, was overcooked.
The name Bukowski slapped on its classic burger is perhaps an unfortunate one given the unpinkness of the three I ordered medium rare. The burger with the Hereford beef patty cooked in 50 shades of grey is called – you can’t make this up – “The Purist”.
How sad. When I think of “Daniel Young” the first thing that comes to mind is the sheer glamour – I mean, just imagine eating all that amazing food. The reality I imagine is more prosaic and grey… though maybe better than it used to be?
Here’s wishing you better days and better burgers than this.
Thanks, Andy, for feeling my pain.
The burgers in London ARE getting much much better but their colour consistency is not.
this should have been called ’50 shades of medium rare’.
Adam – Maybe so 🙂
I had the same issue at Bukowski at Boxpark the second time I visited, the first visit having yielded a perfectly cooked medium rare burger. I was in a rush, and didn’t have time to wait for a replacement for the burger served to me, which was at best cooked medium/well, but let the waitress know my burger was overcooked, just so the chef would know, since the last time the burger was so perfect I though they might actually care. The chef came out and asked to see the burger, that I was in mid-bite with, and then proceeded to tell me off. He told me that he cooked burgers all day and he knew what medium rare was and that my (totally non-pink) burger was exactly medium rare. Eventually I had to ask him to leave me in peace to eat my (crap) burger. The manager was sitting at the next booth and totally ignored the fact the chef was telling a customer off until I complained – she then said, “oh yeah, I overheard”. Boo.