On April 7 at noon, we return to Raoul's for a midday massacre of their elusive Bar Burger. For those who missed our first outing, this gorgeously Gallic slab of ground beef comes seared in butter and topped with triple cream Saint-André cheese, cornichons, red onions, and a tangle of watercress. And then you DIP THE WHOLE F-ING THING IN CREAMY AU POIVRE SAUCE. The French may be a refined people, but this is downright savage and I am 100% ok with it.
Normally you can only get this at the bar, and can only get 12 in a night. But we, being the cultured, connected chaps and chappettes that we are, will have a table for 8, with our burgers delivered to us by an esteemed garçon. We'll also have an extra 4 slots for those who want to do it at the bar, like god intended.
So come taste what Esquire called "The best burger in America," you'll be glad you did.