On Saturday, the boyfriend and I finally went to Pie’n’Burger, not far from where he lives in Pasadena. After all, Los Angeles Magazine and the LA Weekly both heavily hinted that this was one of the best burgers to be had in L.A. (beyond Father’s Office and the Counter, that is) And LA Time Machine also gave it glowing reviews.
But when we actually got there, moderately psyched for the burger experience, it was sadly non-exciting. Sure, it was fun to sit at the counter and look at all the fixtures – many of which dated back to the restaurant’s early days. It was entertaining to examine the old fashioned cash register, and to watch the waitress actually mix a Coke with syrup and soda. But the burger itself was not the burger nirvana I had been led to expect. In fact, I’d actually go so far as to compare it to an In-n-Out burger in size and texture. And when I’m sitting at a restaurant counter, especially one where a burger is $5.95, I do expect it to be something more special than what I get at the drive-thru.
So if we’d been there to pretend we’d just left the sock hop, it would have been great. However, since we were there actually to eat, it was not the experience I’d hoped for. I know this is blasphemy, of course – I know that Pie’n’Burger has a cult-like following built on its history and tradition. Maybe next time, we should just share a malt and pretend we’ve just left the sock hop instead.