So today, breaking all the rules of my health-related diet (no wheat, no red meat and no cheese) Nic and I went on an adventure to 25 degrees, deemed best burger bar in LA by some food critic in an airplane magazine I picked up on my way to the US last month.
It’s named for the number of degrees that makes the difference between medium rare and well done cooking for the meat, and the decor, as the web site aptly describes is “bordello meets burger bar”. I guess that’s why I felt like the place was seedy…
Burgers were fine, wouldn’t “break three legs off a duck”, if you know what I mean. Mine was better than Nic’s :-) but what I found interesting was the listing of cheeses on the “build your own burger” menu:
THE CHEESE 1.50
farm house cheddar / cow / lightly sharp / firm / england
st. george / cow / waxy / porous / semi hard / tart finish / california
crescenza / cow / soft / creamy / grassy / tart / california
midnight moon / goat / gouda style / semi hard / lightly sweet / nutty / california
mezzo seco jack / cow / firm / dry / mild finish / california
emmi gruyere / cow /woody / robust / swiss alps
smoked mozzarella / cow / creamy / smooth / smoky oak /california
american / cow / classic / oils / america
red hawk / cow / triple cream / lightly salty / long pungent finish / california
benedictine / sheep / goat / cow / creamy / mushroom taste / long finish / wisconsin
prelibato gorgonzola / cow / salty / soft / long pungent finish / italy
burrata /cow /soft /mild / california
Now that’s pretty impressive…
Picture of Nic’s food:
Nic showed me where Nicolas Cage lives, which made me LAUGH as I admired his beautiful brown dobermans, it was my first drive through Bel Air and I kept hearing the Fresh Prince soundtrack in my head (to which I think I know most of the words).
Then, we drove through Sunset, which was lovely, in a strange way. The wide avenue with the short buildings, straight as far as the eye can see, terraces everywhere, big billboards with movie posters and Gucci ads, the mountains in the distance…LA is surreal, bustling, but surreal.
On the way back from the restaurant we had our pictures taken at Grauman’s Chinese Theater with a scary horror movie figure who has a white face punctured with nails and carries a sickle.
As I nestle next to him to take a picture, he turns his sickle blade towards my camera-wielding brother, who can clearly read the word “TIPS” painted in red bloody ink.