The patty melt
It was my first patty melt and it will be my only patty melt because there is no logic when it comes to these things -- you just know when it's right.
The toast? Thick-cut and of a sourdough origin, with a salty, salty griddle sear. The cheese? Cheddar, and on both sides of the bread, oozing into the luscious and thick, but not dense, patty. The condiments? Spicy mayo's on the side and if you even so much as consider the ketchup you're a crazy person. It doesn't slip apart like your Corner Bistro variety, it doesn't end in soggy, congealed chaos. All elements endure until the last exquisite bite.
To some, it's a just a sandwich, but not to me. Maybe, you think, sometimes I'd just prefer a limper, rounder, more basic burger iteration because that, and this patty melt, are just two different things. Apples and oranges be damned. When I want a chopped beef patty, I want this one. Now and forever. - Carrie Dennis, associate editor, Thrillist Food & Drink
The British burger
A good burger should be four things: juicy, simple, delicious, and a vehicle for child prodigy Kel Mitchell. A great burger, however, needn’t concern itself with the fatuous subjectivity of man, nor child prodigy Kel Mitchell. It exists as a capital-T Truth, something universally recognized as mouthwatering and irrefutably delicious. Such a burger exists at Shakespeare’s British Pub in Sarasota, Florida. And no, the irony of my favorite American food being British isn’t lost on me.
Impeccable beer selection aside, Shakespeare’s serves up nine noteworthy burgers, each made with 8oz of pure ground black Angus beef wedged betwixt two rosemary kaiser buns, complemented by the requisite lettuce, tomato, and onion. My personal favorite happens to be what they've dubbed “The British,” a very common, tried-and-true mixture of bacon, Stilton blue cheese, sautéed mushrooms, and onion. It’s the Will Hunting of cheeseburgers. Seemingly simple on the outside, but infinitely deep and complex when you pull the layers back.
Admittedly, Florida’s sins are many and contributions few. Consider Shakespeare’s burger an offer of repentance. One taste, and all will be forgiven. - Alex Robinson, senior editor, Supercompressor