When I get the urge, which is not often, the craving can only be satisfied then and
there. There is a problem though. I am not physically where that particular
satisfaction can be easily gratified.
Let me explain the urge.
I have a sweet tooth and anything chocolaty, sugary caramel,
sends me in an ecstatic oblivion. The
other three tastes, piquant savory dishes do the trick just as well as sour
tamarind sauces. The bitter qualities of Campari has got to be my favorite
aperitif. But when I discovered Chef
Escoffier’s and Ikeda’s Umami, the fifth taste that was dismissed by
Democratius, Plato and Aristotle, there was nothing more to be said. I was in another gastronomic world of culinary ecstasy.
It was the Umami Burger,
that had me swooning and dreaming and salivating when I think about
having a burger. Nothing compares with
the Umami burger in California.
Preparation is the key.
Little breakfast and hardly anything for lunch will arguably be the best preparation to sit
down, hungry as a wolf, perusing over their wonderful menu at dinner time.
I always go for the Umami burger piled high with Shitake
mushroom, caramalised onion, roasted tomatoes and the mysterious Umami house
spread. There’s also Port and Stilton
burger, Hatch burger and the Cali Burger.
To accompany my order, the handsome waiter suggested sweet
potato fries, tempura onion rings and a small salad, I didn’t say no – drooling
at both the thought of my dream burger and the dream hunk.
Nothing can describe the delicious, soft and moist burger
full of flavor and great texture. I am
spoilt now for I can no longer manage to consume any other food described as a
hamburger any where else in the world.
If it is their magic ingredient, I would not try to imitate
it at home but will await patiently for my next visit to Los Angeles at their La Brea's branch for the ultimate in burger cuisine that no one can match.
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