When I realized that number 10 on my list was a hamburger, or la hamburguesa, from a Mexican restaurant, the only words coming to mind were: “Lame sauce.” Why would I ever order a burger at a Mexican restaurant, especially one serving the tastiest tacos in the city. One of my biggest pet peeves is a menu with no common theme. After ordering this hamburger, however, I couldn’t have been happier that Don Pistos had decided to put it on the menu next to the tacos.
I almost missed the restaurant while walking down the street. There is no sign in front and no address. I did a double take and realized this mystery door in the building’s façade was my destination. And let me tell you… walking into a place with no sign and no address made me feel really important, like I was in the know. I walked into a dark rustic dining room with a small bar, and candles lighting the space. It felt like a mafia hang-out, further making me feel like a very important person
7x7’s list, as well as the low price of the burger, are what prodded me on to order this thing. My plate came with a burger, a green chili pepper, and a quartered turnip… a sparsely filled plate. But, biting into my burger was how some people describe love… fireworks. The burger is the embodiment of those in-flight magazine hamburger photos: Tender, juicy, sweet and salty. The only condiment was Don Pistos’ house-made guacamole (also fantastic and made to order) and the buns (which are, in a word, perfect hamburger buns… soft in the middle with a shiny egg glaze on top) are baked at the French bakery right next door. The burger tasted like… bacon. This comes from marinating the chuck overnight in bacon grease, then grinding it the next day.
To put it simply, if food were sex, Don Pistos’ hamburguesa dipped in leftover clam and chorizo juice would be the biggest orgasm ever initiated.
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