When’s the last time you ordered a Whopper, medium-rare? Despite what Burger King says, there are some things you can’t have your way. But you do expect some extra care from a â€œMom and Popâ€ burger spot. Upholding that ideal, is Butcher & The Burger, a new joint in Lincoln Park.
Despite expecting a little special treatment from local burger joints (we’ve seen a boom of them in Chicago recently), most of the new guys have more in common with McDonald’s than the corner diner. You don’t get to choose your doneness, and most of the patties are served medium-well to well-done and have a pre-formed feel.
With this in mind, when the woman behind the counter at Butcher & The Burger asks me how I’d like my burger cooked, I stare at her for about 10 seconds? When I regain my senses, even though I really want medium-rare, some conditioned reflex has me stammering â€œmedium.â€ When I fully realize I actually have a choice, I apologize and change my order to medium-rare. I’m pretty sure the cashier thinks I’m on drugs.
But embarrassment and dishonor is worth the juicy, pink, grass-fed patty rubbed with salt and pepper topped with thick-cut Benton’s southern bacon and all coddled in a buttery pillow-top bun soon delivered to my table. It’s probably one of the top 10 burgers I’ve had in the last few years (though admittedly it’s probably number 10 of 10). Featuring a nice touch of minerality, it isn’t a change-your-life burger like the soft/crispy patties dripping with tallow fresh from the griddle at Edzo’s. I suspect part of this is that Butcher & Burger doesn’t grind their meat in-house like Edzo’s. (Owner Josh Woodward, who spends a great deal of time chatting up the front of the house stops by and confirms this fact when I ask.)
Also, consistency being key, on my next visit I order the house beef-blend burger, mixed with Chicago Style Steakhouse spice (which I’m now dubbing eau de Gene & Georgetti); it’s delivered medium-well with only a touch of pink. So while I appreciate the offer to grill to my desires, the ability to meet that demand still needs some work.
Doneness is only one of the many options on offer. If you have any kind of anxiety about making choices in life, you better double up on your Xanax when you visit Butcher & the Burger. Here you get to choose everything: your patty â€” beef, pork, elk, lentil-brown rice, Portobello, shrimp and more; your bun â€” whole wheat (a little dry), croissant (too wimpy to stand up to the drippy burgers), pretzel (decent, but not as good as . . . ); the split-top buttery egg (the pillow â€” the dream); your spice blend; luxury toppings (foie gras and truffle mayo, anyone?); and a host of free condiments.
Having worked my way through a righteous briny shrimp burger slathered in deeply savory â€œUmami Spiceâ€ (ginger, garlic, scallion and sweet soy sauce) and a slightly dry Elk Burger (in addition to the burgers mentioned above), I have a moment of paralysis on my third visit. Woodward, who’s clearly seen this face of fear before, swoops in and directs me to a medium-rare local La Pryor Farms (Ottawa, Ill.) pork burger mixed with curry, coconut and honey spice on a split-top egg bun with a touch of wasabi mayo. Though it sounds like a bad 1980s fusion dish â€” the kind of thing for which Don Johnson would have rolled up his linen sleeves before eating on an episode of â€œMiami Viceâ€ â€” I take Woodward’s advice. The slightly gamey funk of the meat tempered by the sweet and hot notes of the curry and honey, makes this the best burger at B&B yet.
Moving on to the french fries. It would be tough to give up the crispy outside/cloud-like inside spuds here. Butcher & Burger uses Kennebec potatoes (just like West Coast chain In-N-Out Burger), which have a low starch content and thus fluff up nice and light. Those who swear by Hot Doug’s duck fat fries may not approve.
The way I look at it, if I save the carbs and a little fat on fries, there’s plenty of ways to make them up including eating a side of Butcher & Burgers Benton’s country ham salad, the greatest marriage of pork and mayo since the BLT. Or a housemade cup of frozen custard; the lemon cream is a touch too sour and bit icy, so stick to the cafe con leche, a velvety smooth beautiful mix of bitter and caramel that conjures a lazy afternoon in Miami.
And who needs Miami when you can linger in the cool Butcher & The Burger dining room outfitted with white subway tile, old scales, vintage meat hooks, rusty meat saws, butcher block tables and sharp industrial logo-stamped metal bar stools? The whole authentic, old-timey feel simultaneously channels a touch of warm nostalgia and a bit of fear that you might have discovered a real-life version of â€œSweeney Todd.â€ Any fear, though, is tempered by the incredibly happy staff displaying a cheerfulness that reinforces that at Butcher & The Burger, you really can have it your way.
BUTCHER & The BURGER â˜…
1021 W. Armitage; (773) 697-3735; butcherandtheburger.com
This article first appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times in a different form.