The Burger Joint is a clandestine hole in the wall greasy spoon, decorated with old movie posters and outdated beer signs. The walls are scribbled with comments from past patrons such as Andrew Dice Clay and strange various sarcastically outspoken vegan worshipers. I approached the crowded counter and was immediately confronted by the abrupt cashier about my decision to order; quickly I gathered my thoughts and satisfied her impatience.

I decided on a cheeseburger with the “works” which was one of only two choices on the simple bare menu, I pulled up a stool and waited to taste New York City’s much blogged about burgers. The swanky Le Parker Meridien Hotel was the last place I expected to see this beer swilling, burger slinging fast food grill, nevertheless The Burger Joint has been serving up juicy little treats for over 6 years and New Yorkers have loved them.

My name called out by the bohemian style burger-keep was like music to my ears as I knew the wait for my hunger was over; I grabbed my tightly wrapped burger and tore into it like a kid on Christmas Day. The flavor was a strong charcoal goodness combine with the creaminess from the hunks of melted cheese that was slathered on top, the crisp lettuce and dill pickles finished my pallet with a fresh after taste. Still hungry, this was not unusual for me I ordered another minus the cheese opting for the traditional hamburger. This bad boy didn’t disappoint either going down even quicker than the first, should I dare go for a third? To avoid being gluttonous, I think not!

I sat there happy and content chatting to a local who came from a great distance to try New York’s revered top burger spot, I quietly asked him whether he agreed with the hype? His answer was the same as mine …most definitely!!