I consumed gloriously prepared ground beef twice this week, punctuated in the middle by a differently glorious but still sublime PMB sandwich. It's been a good week for my taste buds and my stomach (my cholesterol, arteries, et al, are another matter entirely).
First up: The burger + au jus at Schiller's. I know we've talked about this before, but some things bear repeating: Go to Schillers. Order the hamburger. Ask for the au poivre sauce on the side (they'll give it to you free of charge). Once your food arrives, dip your burger (and fries) into the au poivre sauce. Enjoy.
A Hamburger Today (a great burger blog -- check it out!) recently did a post outlining Jeffrey Steingarten's article on proper hamburgering in Vogue. (Vogue doesn't feature its articles online -- feh!) Based on the summary, it looks like Steingarten does some good research and exploring -- and he even goes to chat with Lee Hanson, the executive chef at Pastis, Balthazar, and Schillers, who advises him on proper burger broiling technique. Not that you need extra confirmation or anything, but there you have it. Schillers rocks. Steingarten knows it. It's up there among my top 3 favorite burger places in the city.
Next up: more grass-fed goodness. Last night, I had drinks over at the secret local with RZS, CC, and this fellow. (No joke! He's got a monthlong residency at R Bar starting this Monday -- you all should go.) Several carafes of wine later, and still barely 8 o'clock, we stumbled out into the (finally!) cold autumn evening, and towards RZS' place, where he was offering leftovers of the grass-fed ground beef dish he had made for himself the night before. Last week I had the opportunity to have grass-fed short ribs chez RZS; this week he had concocted a Pakistani-inflected meal of grass-fed ground beef simmered with onions, ginger, jalapenos, cinnamon, and cardamom.
Yeah. I couldn't stop myself soon enough to take a proper photograph. But friggin hell, it was amazing -- earthy, spicy, a tiny bit sweet. It hit the spot on a chilly early November night (and after experiencing the effects of
blood thinners white Rioja). Afterwards we putzed around for a little bit, before heading off on our various subway lines towards home. I got home around 10 last night, fed the cats, and then slumped over in front of the television, not really having the energy to change the channel away from the seriously sucking ER. I love you, beef.