After a week of amazing and decadent food in Paris, as bad as it might sound, I sort of just wanted a burger. So I decided to finally go try a New Yorker secret hangout, the Burger Joint. A small, old school burger shop hidden inside a hotel in midtown. If you don't know where it is, you will probably walk by it over and over, as I watched many tourist do. After walking through a curtain and waiting through the line I ordered my burger and fries and my friend snatched one of the few booths and as we waited for our food we decided to write on the walls covered in notes from people from around the world. When we finally got our burgers we were joined from some other people, and looking around at the size of the place, sharing tables seems to be the norm. The actual burger itself was good, no bells and whistles just a patty, cheese, lettuce and tomato. I don't think that the hype of the restaurant is worth it, but it does make for a fun scene. So I guess I'm still on the search for the best burger in New York.
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