Though still drunk off of the Freedom of this past weekend, I have a few important words to share. As many of you know, there are few things I enjoy in life as much as cramming a slab of hot beef into my gaping craw, but among the shortlist are: Scotch, the late music of Beethoven, and, of course, the poetry of W.B. Yeats. In light of the latterest, I’m excited to announce that Burger Club will have it’s Second Coming at Whitman's this Saturday, July 9 at 5PM.
Mere anarchy shall be loosed upon the East Village, as twenty-four of us descend like indignant desert birds upon this fine dining establishment. We shall be taking over the entire underground section, and they will offer an exclusive Burger Club-only Prix Fixe menu just for us.
This was where it all began. In July of 2013, ten of us gathered at Whitman’s to taste and rate burgers, formed a constitution and pledged ourselves to the Glory of the Ground Cow. Now, three years since that beef-dimmed tide was loosed, we return in force to rock the meaty cradle once again.
Come my rough beasts, slouch towards Beef-lehem with me, to be reborn…