Neither one of us was looking forward to eating a burger at this place. Ever since I saw the sign go up and witnessed the very conformist and boring painting and detailing this company executed on the outside of the building on the corner of Hell Street and Damnation, I was dreading going in.
NYP is one of those places that is a small local chain but instead of trying to take on some type of personality of its own, the company evidently has decided to take on an amalgamation of many others, picking bits and pieces from different forms of popular eating and drinking establishments in order to appeal to the widest audience. Well, job well done. The audience in this place was very wide.
We walked in and looked about the dining room; it was drafty, filled with chairs, tables, and little else. There was no charm to the space at all. We made our way up into the bar and found that it was much the same in there, a composite marble bar surrounding a very large service area, flanked by big screen TVs playing the football game. The man sitting next to me was eating a personal sized pizza, and when he was brought the condiments he had to ask for twice, the overly zealous host smiled warmly at the man and called them his "goodies." It cracked me up, but unfortunately Kurt didn't hear it. I tried to explain it to him but as I spoke I could tell it was one of those "you had to have been there" type situations you hear so much about.
I ordered the happy hour cheeseburger and Kurt ordered a caesar salad and a pizza. When I ordered my burger the bartender asked if "I wanted any pink in it," like that would tell me to what temperature they would cook it. I asked for medium. Kurt also ordered a beer off of the type of menu you see at tap houses where many types of epic beers are normally available. Unfortunately it was not the case with the tap list at NYP. The menu looked cool though. We were served the caesar and the burger first. I could tell the lettuce was old and there was not much dressing to be had on the salad. There was a lot of shredded parmesan though. My burger was beautiful. The bun was golden and the fries sat in a cup next to the burger, waiting to be consumed. Kurt's pizza, however, was nowhere to be found, so we just started eating. After we got our silverware. Which we had to ask for.
Much to my great horror, the burger was juicy, flavorful and frankly, quite delicious. The fries were lukewarm and rubbery, which was rather disappointing, but the burger itself was really great, though it pains me to admit it. The scores were as follows:
KURT:
SARA:
NYP is one of those places that is a small local chain but instead of trying to take on some type of personality of its own, the company evidently has decided to take on an amalgamation of many others, picking bits and pieces from different forms of popular eating and drinking establishments in order to appeal to the widest audience. Well, job well done. The audience in this place was very wide.
We walked in and looked about the dining room; it was drafty, filled with chairs, tables, and little else. There was no charm to the space at all. We made our way up into the bar and found that it was much the same in there, a composite marble bar surrounding a very large service area, flanked by big screen TVs playing the football game. The man sitting next to me was eating a personal sized pizza, and when he was brought the condiments he had to ask for twice, the overly zealous host smiled warmly at the man and called them his "goodies." It cracked me up, but unfortunately Kurt didn't hear it. I tried to explain it to him but as I spoke I could tell it was one of those "you had to have been there" type situations you hear so much about.
I ordered the happy hour cheeseburger and Kurt ordered a caesar salad and a pizza. When I ordered my burger the bartender asked if "I wanted any pink in it," like that would tell me to what temperature they would cook it. I asked for medium. Kurt also ordered a beer off of the type of menu you see at tap houses where many types of epic beers are normally available. Unfortunately it was not the case with the tap list at NYP. The menu looked cool though. We were served the caesar and the burger first. I could tell the lettuce was old and there was not much dressing to be had on the salad. There was a lot of shredded parmesan though. My burger was beautiful. The bun was golden and the fries sat in a cup next to the burger, waiting to be consumed. Kurt's pizza, however, was nowhere to be found, so we just started eating. After we got our silverware. Which we had to ask for.
Much to my great horror, the burger was juicy, flavorful and frankly, quite delicious. The fries were lukewarm and rubbery, which was rather disappointing, but the burger itself was really great, though it pains me to admit it. The scores were as follows:
KURT:
- Flavor: 7.5
- Juiciness: 8.5
- Vegetables: 7
- Bun: 9
- Source: 7
- Synergy: 8
- Value: 9
SARA:
- Flavor: 8.5
- Juiciness: 9
- Vegetables: 7.5
- Bun: 9
- Source: 7.5
- Synergy: 8
- Value: 9
The bun was toasted, and the vegetable were fresh, though the pickles disappeared completely. The juice ran all down my arm as I ate. I hated myself for loving that burger, but love it I did, even though Kurt still did not have his food. The beef was all natural, but it came from the vicinity of Portland, so not local. Local is defined being within a 35 mile radius of the establishment where the food is served. It was a happy hour burger, so it was only 8 bucks. If I had paid the full 11 bucks for it, I mght have felt cheated, as the fries were pretty much inedible.
The kitchen just did not have their act together, as Kurt's pizza came out after we had finished the burger. It was almost flavorless too, save the green peppers on top and the red chili flakes (goodies) Kurt sprinkled on the pizza. The bartender took it off the bill, so that was nice, but we left knowing we would never return, even though the burger was pretty damn good.
The kitchen just did not have their act together, as Kurt's pizza came out after we had finished the burger. It was almost flavorless too, save the green peppers on top and the red chili flakes (goodies) Kurt sprinkled on the pizza. The bartender took it off the bill, so that was nice, but we left knowing we would never return, even though the burger was pretty damn good.
I completely understand if you don't want to share this. I was kind of a hater in this situation, and my brother has told me that it is unbecoming. So, I get it. But, if you want to share it just to spite me, I guess I would be okay with that.
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