Dasha K.

"Whatever satisfies the soul is the [burger]." -Walt Whitman. Indeed, each bite of the blesséd, blushing, blissful Bluicy gushed with delicious blue cheese much as Whitman's Muse gushed forth into the world. The fries did not satisfy the soul to the same extent, but overall the experience was delightful.

Foliage often gets overshadowed by the glory of the bovine. Not so in this case: the beautifully red, fresh tomato outblushed the entire dish, and the lovely flowers throughout the restaurant did their duty to take back first place in the battle of vegetation vs meat. The burger was not able to hide its insecurity in this fierce competition, overcompensating through a confusing array of tastes; fishy-tasting fries did their best to distract from the disappointment through tantilizing overtures to ocean-life. But of course, nothing can compete with the presence of Andrew Ousley-- so this burger was doomed from the start.

There are few burgers that could cheer a soul struggling with the disorienting absence of Andrew at our table, but the Black Label Burger was certainly a most welcome, and potent, antidote. A texture that both crunches and crumbles; a bun that unobtrusively, and sesame-ingly supports; a juiciness that is perfectly enhanced by onions that obliterates the necessity for any other toppings -- this one does Cows proud. Because this day and age requires some criticism amidst so much burger joy, the fries -- though perfectly sized, and overall delightful -- fell victim to the passage of time...but so do we all.

An experience that made me cower with joy, udderly delightfully bacon-filled, it be-hooves me to give this the highest marks!