The newest addition to the Bellevue Food Court'll be slingin' chicken sandwiches and genuine Chicago dogs but the real focus is the burgers, from turkey and buffalo affairs to eight-ounce slabs of prime beef that travel from Maestro's in-house grinding machine, to the charbroiler, to a Le Bus bun, except in the case of the bread-free, lettuce-enveloped Rap, which your parents will just hate, even though they never gave it a chance, and just kept eating the Time Life Sounds of the 60s.
