While working from Blackfriars a couple weeks back I decided to take a short break and go to have lunch in Goodman. The place is top of the list of different bloggers and critics as the best or at least runner up for best burger place in London. Their idea was to bring New York steakhouse to the British capital in two locations, Mayfair and City, serving the tenderest steaks with the finest prime beef, and when Goodman says the finest prime beef they mean it, they have a selection of cuts from O’Shea, Australian Wagyu, USDA Prime, and even Black Level.
Quiet stool at the bar
Only one burger, The Goodman Burger, which comes with lettuce, pickle, tomato, and chips. As an extra you can add sautéed mushrooms, cheddar, bacon, fried egg or fried onions. Not surprisingly I ordered with extra mushrooms, cheese, and bacon. I also asked to have the truffle chips instead the regular ones.
One item in the specials caught my eye a Lobster Slider. I couldn’t resist getting that amuse bouche.
The verdict, AMAZING! The flavour, the presentation, the smell, everything was spot on. The melted cheddar, with crunchy bacon, and subtle sautéed mushrooms, a perfect combination. Hawksmoor have a pretty big competitor here. The chips were cooked in truffle oil, just perfect, crunchy outside, soft inside, and again excellent flavour. The slider was superb.
The damage, 16 quids for the burger a coke and all the extras.
The conclusion, Oh my god, this is a seriously good burger, is going to be very difficult to choose which one is better between Goodman and Hawksmoor, pretty close neck to neck. For me is a perfect 10 in my scale, it blew my mind.
Perfect reminds me the Seinfeld episode “The Airport” where George needs to pick Jerry at the airport because he lost a bet.
George: Hey, thanks for coming with me.
Kramer: Hey, what made you think you could touch that awning?
George: I confused it with another awning.
Kramer: So how we doing on time?
George: We're perfect. I timed this out so we would pull up at the terminal exactly 17 minutes after their flight is supposed to land. That gives them just enough time to get off the plane, pick up their bags and be walking out of the terminal as we roll up. I tell you, it's a thing of beauty. I can not express to you the feeling I get from a perfect airport pickup.
George: What's going on? What are you doing? The Long Island Expressway? What are you getting on the Long Island Expressway for? Do you know what the traffic will be like? This is a suicide mission!
Kramer: Will you relax?!
George: Oh, I had it perfectly timed out: the Grand Central, the Van Wyck! You destroyed my whole timing!