Monday, February 16, 2009

what is the sound of one hand nomming...

not to get all philosophical on your ass, but i have a burning question: what is medium rare? a temperature? a color? a state of mind?

ray's hell burger could stand to ponder this one a little harder.

deceptively angelic:

first of all, let me just say that this burger is delicious. prime beef, aged and ground on site; great cheese selection (epoisse! taleggio! cave-aged amish cheddar!); many free toppings; nice seedy buns. but as much as i'm loving what they're dishing out, they are driving me batshit crazy with their utter inability to cook a burger to order.

i've asked for medium rare and gotten medium-well. i've asked for rare and been handed medium-rare. tonight, i went with rare and it was practically uncooked.

scientists like to talk about accuracy and precision. these are two pretty separate concepts: accuracy tells you how close you are to your target. precision describes a kind of scatter effect; how reproducible are your results?

from what i can tell, the guys at ray's are neither precise, nor accurate. the burgers are way off the mark and there is no consistent bias toward an over or under-done patty. basically, they swing both ways!

this is sad, because if they could just give me what i ordered, they would definitely be serving the best burger in town. on the other hand, has it stopped me from going back multiple days in a row? negatory.

love the atmo, love the high testosterone quotient, love the rootbeer on tap, love the free hot chocolate. maybe we just need a national institute of standards and technology. but for meat.