Picture it: Brooklyn, 2014. Two grown siblings taking a lunchtime detour en route to JFK. And by detour, we’re talking a reservation made a month in advance, a harrowing drive across two state lines, multiple navigation systems, a few tears, and a rental car pretty much parked on the sidewalk to make it to the restaurant on time.
What place, you might ask, would inspire such herculean efforts and ridiculousness?
Peter Luger, that’s where.
Peter Luger Steakhouse has been winning the meat game since 1887. No credit cards, no frills, just food. Really, really good food.
While the place is famed for its steak, the siblings (who were my brother and me, by the way. I’ll never tell who cried in the car.*), decided to skip it and get the burger instead. Add bacon. Casual. Except this was no casual bacon. It was the thickest, juiciest, not-too-fatty-but-oh-yeah-it’s on there, most delicious bacon they had ever seen or had the pleasure of putting in their mouths. And their mouths had seen some bacon. I’m sure the burger was terrific, too, but who can say, really, when there was bacon like that to be had?
So, with a nod to the under-appreciated gateway burger (you matter), the steak we didn’t have (next time), my boyfriend’s chicken wings (unmatched), the burrata at Mozza in L.A. (this is me missing you), the everything at Joe Beef in Montreal (someday I will be able to process what happened there… someday), the M13 at my favorite Chinese noodle house in Seattle, and every meatball, pancake and piece of pizza in between, I hereby name the bacon at Peter Luger The Best Thing I Ate All Year. Congrats, bacon! A well-deserved win in a crowded field of truly tasty contenders.
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*It was totally me.