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9.07.2009

the odd burgers of blt.

We've been to eat at BLT Burger in the Mirage a few times now, and it has been pleasant each visit. But what initially seemed to set the place apart from its upscale burger shop competition -- namely the interesting blend of beef in its signature burgers and off-the-wall options like a lamb tandoori burger -- provided nothing but disappointment during a Labor Day weekend trip to the Strip.

In a fine and festive mood after a few tropical cocktails on the Rhumbar patio, we took our normal seats at BLT's bar and perused the menu, destined to experiment. Would it be that weird lamb burger, with mint-cilantro yogurt sauce? Sounded a little scary. Maybe a salmon burger with avocado and watercress? Too soft. We decided on two crazies: the Asian "banh mi" pork and shrimp burger with pickled veggies, cucumber and sriracha mayo, and the Tex-Mex, beef with jalapenos, chili, avocado, salsa, cheese, and onion sour cream.

Wrong on both. Sounds like that Tex-Mex has way too much shit on it to actually taste the burger, huh? Yup. The chili was kinda bland, there was corn in it (which is fine but a little weird spilling out of your burger) and the only definitive taste was the heat from the jalapenos. That interesting blend of beef is a combination of sirloin, chuck, brisket and short rib, a tasty concoction with enough fatty flavor and beefy goodness. But it's so lost under this pile of mush. The Asian burger (pictured) was a different problem; the firm shrimp and pork patty held up but the toppings were useless. There was no sign of sriracha in this saucy mess, the radish and carrot were only slightly pickled and there was no spice, removing any similarity to our beloved banh mi sandwiches. The consistency of the burger was problematic as well. It reminded me of a kitchen accident from long ago, when my household was given the gift of elk. A friend had shot one and had it butchered into various forms: ground elk, steaks, jerky, elk sausage, etc. One day, craving burger, I grabbed one of the unmarked meat packages in my freezer, thawed and cooked one up, and when I chomped into it I realized it was sausage, not burger. It doesn't work, nor does this Asian burger. Odd flavor, odd texture, no good. On the plus side, BLT's sweet potato fries and onion rings are tasty.

Now, the fancy burger joint rankings look like this: 1-Burger Bar, 2-BLT, 3-LBS, 4-StripBurger.

1.28.2009

blt.


At the Mirage, BLT does not stand for bacon lettuce tomato. It stands for Bistro Laurent Tourondel, and this restaurant company and its namesake, the acclaimed French chef, opened BLT Burger here last summer. It is one of the newest gourmet burger joints in Vegas, along with the respectable LBS way out west at the Red Rock Resort.

After one lunch at BLT Burger, it is my favorite burger spot in the city, besting Hubert Keller's Burger Bar at Mandalay Bay. I have yet to try the infamous Bradley Ogden bar burger, but right now I have no problem saying the rather simple "BLT" burger here is the best one I've had in Vegas. (Note: The best hamburger I've ever had in my life, hands down, all time, is the Awful Awful at the Little Nugget in downtown Reno. I don't know if that place still exists or still serves this thing, but it wins.)

This great Vegas burger is seven ounces of certified Black Angus beef, double smoked bacon, lettuce, tomato and sauce. It's definitely the meat, a blend of sirloin, short rib, chuck and brisket cuts of the cow, that makes the difference. The taste is rich and satisfying, and yet somehow putting one of these babies down doesn't kill you. It's light. With a Hoegaarden draft, it was a damn near perfect lunch. I wish I hadn't ordered the fried pickles, though, which were soft and pillowy tempura shit when they should be crispy and salty.

But I must go back, because look at these menu choices: an American Wagyu beef burger, a Colorado lamb tandoori burger, a veggie falafel burger, and holy fuck, an Asian banh mi burger made of pork and shrimp with pickled daikon and carrot, cucumber and sriracha mayo. Seriously? Oh, sriracha, how I love you ... long live the rooster sauce. All this plus sliders, shakes, fries and rings, barbecue brisket nachos, salads, s'mores and a macaroon ice cream sandwich. Damn. Is this my new favorite lunch on the Strip?