Black Iron Burger
The last meal of Mr. Pruner’s visit and he still hadn’t had a burger. The one thing he said he really wanted to get on this trip was a good burger and I hadn’t produced yet. I was planning to take him to Prune for their English Muffin bonanza of beef on Thursday, but his plane was delayed and we lost our reservation. Now it was Saturday night and I wasn’t sure what to do. Our three person group had grown to seven and everyone was looking to toss back some beers and chill out. It was such a nice day the Stoned Crow seemed too underground, PJ Clark’s too far away, Shake Shack way too long a line. Then I thought of Royale, one of my favorite bars to grab a great burger and sit outside with some beers. We hopped in a cab and headed to Royale only to find out they were closed for a private party. Drat. We had taken a cab all the way down to Alphabet City and our only burger and beer idea was shot. We started walking around kind of aimlessly looking for some ideas when Mr. T suddenly rem...