Before I even took a look at the menu at PJ Clarke’s (915 3rd Avenue, New York), I went to check out the restrooms. Someone had told me I should, and they were right. It was odd and very saloon-like.
I sat down, and while people overran the bar area, the dining area wasn’t nearly as full. So I order their burger with cheese and decide not to go “The Cadillac” route (bacon & cheese).
Onions, though, are a different thing. The sides are a la carte (aka ordered separately). Instead of choosing fries, which were the obvious choice, I ordered the mashed potatoes w/ gravy.
The mashed potatoes were very creamy and buttery. The turkey gravy served with it does it no justice. The potatoes stood well on their own.
Just as my burger arrived, I saw someone receiving their french fry order at another table. The fries are served in a cylinder, and they seemed to have enjoyed their fries.
So, I’m looking at the burger, and my first thought is: Wow, this is a small burger!
It was a freshly-ground burger with a great fluffy bun, and while good, I didn’t find anything extraordinary about it. Now, that’s not to say it wasn’t good.
I expected a little more after everything I had read about PJ Clarke’s. Maybe I should have ordered The Cadillac?
