30The Burger's Priest

I hate the BP new outpost on Yonge Street (ridiculous lineups, surly staff, inconsistent food quality) but my heart goes aquiver at the thought of a burger and fries from the original BP on the eastern reaches of Queen Street. The fries are sweet twice fried Yukon gold, and consistently perfect. Their basic burger is my dreamfood. It is simplicity incarnate. No fancy toppings or stupid gourmet pretensions, just great meat – juicy, greasy, delicious – cooked exactly the way you want it. I get my burger rare (oh joy!) with everything — ketchup, mustard, pickle, onion, tomato, lettuce and mayo. And they add just enough to highlight the meat, which is a smallish but thick patty fried on a flat-top. Ordinary white buns and cheese slices. The meat is the star here. This is the burger that made America great, once upon a time.