I was in New Orleans a short while ago and while walking down Bourbon Street, I came across a sign that said ‘Hamburgers World’s Best’. It was hanging in front of a place called Clover Grille. I had to go in. The place was a small diner type location with a dozen counter seats and half a dozen booths. It was late and I had been out with friends for hours. If this was the World’s Best Hamburger, I had to have one. The burgers were cooked on a griddle top right in front of the counter. I ordered the burger and waited.
Fifteen minutes later I got a flattened piece of beef on an oversized bun with (what were originally frozen) McDonald’s style fries. Beside it being nice and hot, and satisfying for a late night hunger after an evening on Bourbon Street, there was not much in terms of ‘Best’ anything that I would describe about this burger. World’s Best? This could not have been Bourbon’s Street best.