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There are few combos in this world that make me happy. A sweet-ass Killer Instinct combo? Yeah, they rule. Combo pretzel snacks? No thanks. But, when the classic combo of beef and potato come together, it’s like Sabrewolfe laying a massive 20-hit smack down on those crappy cheese pizza flavored bites. Enter the stuffed burger, filled with a delicious blend of Mexican cheeses, served on a portugese roll. Sam hand crafted the patties and grilled on the cast-iron skillet to a perfect sear. The cheese melted throughout the center, so rather having a molten lava explosion melting my soft palate, its nicely distributed across each bite.

Sam diced up a few russet potatoes, salt and peppered them, and threw them into a 400 degree oven on a cookie sheet. Honestly, it didn’t matter what form it came in. A burger needs some starch to bring it all together. But these potatoes were cooked perfectly. The heat from the pan gave each spud a nice crust, and finished smoothly upon chew. There was no greasy oily taste to detract from the creamy taste. Otherwise, a great American combo classic that Fulgore would approve of. Now, I’m off to buy a Super Nintendo system to get this Killer Instinct kick out of my system.
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Every so often, I like to break the normal whole wheat bread routine and pick up some pita. One of my favorite things to eat it with is tuna salad, compact, (semi)spill-free, and delicious. Even unconventional meals like this salsa colby-jack burger can utilize the pouchy starch. Besides, ever eat a burger on regular sliced bread? Depressing!
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Like a deceptive winter coat from Old Navy, this burger looked stylishly good on display, but when worn lacked the proper interior and left me unsatisfyingly cold. No, I didn’t actually wear the Stone Street Tavern’s Stuffed bleu cheese burger. And, I certainly did not enjoy it as much as my eyes told me I would. Served on a toasted english muffin and generous amounts of thick crispy bacon, I thought I was walking into a sure thing. But, when you go as far as specifying your burger as “stuffed”, you’d better deliver on that promise!

First bite: no cheese. Second bite: no cheese. Third bite: an EYE DROPPER amount of warmth finally hits my palate. What remained was an empty, cavernous hole where the old bleu should have resided in all its gooey glory! The beef wasn’t a complete miss, being decently tasty albeit not cooked to my medium request. But the fact is this doesn’t live up to the name.

The one positive note were the steak fries, which gave a nice crisp crunch on bite, and nice smooth finish. I did like the mixed green accoutrement as well. Sure, the Financial District isn’t the culinary mecca for all thing outstanding. But they should at least know that outside of the lunch-rush Wall Street business patron, too busy to his/her own shoe let alone take the time to enjoy what they’re cramming into their face, there are normal customers who expect better.