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Golden Sala

Fat Michael Place

Sonya's Garden

Sentro 1771

Gloria Maris

Dulcinea

Sushi Yum

Plato Platina

Fish & Co

Charlee's Tepanyaki

Sincerity Restaurant

Max Brenner Chocolates

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Fat Hamburgers Tempt Wispy Models in Harajuku: Tokyo Dining

Tokyo’s fashion epicenter, Harajuku,
is where you’d go to buy a garish bag, spot whippet-thin models
or goth-clad girls posing for pictures at the Meiji Jingu
Shrine. Here, you’d also find some of the city’s best
hamburgers.
Called “hanbaga,” this American fast-food staple has
undergone mutation to meet local taste: patties are often mixed
with bread crumbs and other fillers, teriyaki sauce replaces
ketchup and compressed-rice stands in for bread. Thankfully,
there are chefs in Tokyo that specialize in the classic all-beef
patty, freshly baked bread combo that hits my burger sweet spot.
They are served in a cluster of eateries tucked in
Harajuku’s side alleys, away from Prada, Chanel and other high-
street stores. Expect to find jaw-stretching versions of the
humble hamburger, teetering on layers of sliced tomato, lettuce,
cheese and a hunk of meat.
The same eye for detail that helped Japanese craftsmen
forge world-beating swords, watches and hatchbacks in decades
past is elevating hamburger-making to something of an art form.
My first stop was Goro’s Diner -- in an alley a 10-minute
stroll from the Harry Winston jewelers at the swank Omotesando
Hills mall. On the weekday evening I trekked there, I was
surprised to find myself the only customer at the cozy four-
table diner known to have queues outside its door.

Eagles, Lowenbrau

The interior is comfortably downmarket and grimy, with the
dimly lit room enlivened by blaring the Eagles and other rock
staples and a glowing neon Lowenbrau beer sign. The menu has a
wealth of topping options running from gumbo to pineapple, and I
zoned in on the Classic Burger for 1,250 yen ($13) to narrow the
focus on the all-important meat.
My order arrived 10 minutes later, with a handful of wedge-
cut fries. Like many gourmet burgers in Tokyo, Goro burgers are
nestled in a kind of paper envelope that keeps the grease off
your fingers and prevents the stuffed contents spilling out the
other side when you bite.
The bottom half of golden sesame bun was surprisingly
thick, layered with a thick bed of lettuce, onion and tomato
slice, followed by the patty, lean bacon, Swiss cheese and
pickles.
It’s a gorgeous arrangement of color and texture. If only
it tasted as good. The first bite revealed the burger’s flaws:
the fluffy bun and mound of lettuce drew attention from the meat
patty, which was unforgivably overcooked.
A few blocks toward the Aoyama neighborhood is J.S. Burgers
Cafe. I ordered the joint’s signature Avocado Burger plus cheese
(1,230 yen), while my guest chose the Vegetable Burger (900
yen). We sat in the shop’s outdoor terrace, which offered the
view of a side of a building and a web of power lines.

Gooey Cheese

Our orders arrived, mine with its multigrain top swept
rakishly to the side, revealing a mound of sweet relish, gooey
cheese and fresh avocado slices. The patty, cooked on an angled
grill was flavorful, though thin for a premium order. There was
little moisture from the beef or the relish, a flaw that could
be salvaged only with an ample douse of ketchup and mustard.
What stood out were the fries, which were seasoned and very
crisp. My companion’s veggie burger looked beautiful: its green-
veggie patty topped with edamame beans, pumpkin and a garland of
sprouts; but it was oh-so-tasteless, the curse of many meatless
pretend burgers. The fried lotus-root chips on the side were a
nice touch, but she was still hungry after finishing both.
At this point, I was starting to get discouraged with these
pretty, yet unsatisfying, sandwiches. Still, I pressed on.

The Great Burger

By its name alone, it’s clear The Great Burger fancies
itself a winner. Occupying a corner on a winding path of fashion
boutiques and coffee shops known as Cat Street, the joint is
another place that has lines outside the door during lunch hours
to prove its popularity. It’s quieter in the evenings.
The interior is full of retro magazine advertisements for
McDonald’s and Campbell Soup, dry goods and other Americana
kitsch that litter TGI Friday’s and its ilk. It’s also full of
smoke and has an ashtray on every tabletop.
I couldn’t resist the Gorgonzola Burger, eager to see how
the funky blue cheese would meld with the griddled-beef patty.
Almost as soon as the burger arrived, its shiny, dark-brown
sesame bun began sliding off the meat, conveyed by an oozing
mass of cheese. The sight of this alone made my blood pressure
spike. The gorgonzola played nicely against the juicy burger,
which was again cooked too well through for my liking. The
greasy, peppery fries were excellent.

Most Expensive

ZipZap, the final stop in my burger quest, offered the
biggest and most expensive burger. Located just a couple blocks
from The Great Burger, it has ample outdoor seating and an
interior of muted lighting and light jazz.
The burger was a 225-gram, 2,100 yen affair. I ordered mine
with Monterey Jack cheese, while my companion chose an avocado
topping. The whopper was served with a lone, home-made pickle.
It came topped with a home-made tomato sauce -- a tangy, less
salty version of the supermarket variety -- and tartar dressing.
No condiment tray accompanied the burger because the
customer is expected to trust the toppings chosen by the chef.
This isn’t: “Have it your way;” more like: “Have it the way
it is on the menu, or risk dashing the social order.”
And truth be told, the chef got it right. As my companion
said, the beef “wasn’t ground to oblivion” -- the kernels of
minced Wagyu steak were still juicy; its ample thickness
produced an excellent charred surface and yummy pink middle.
Be warned, though, that ZipZap is frequently closed during
its stated operating hours. On other visits, it was shut for a
private function and shuttered for the filming of a TV show.
Its erratic hours are only disclosed in Japanese on the Web
site’s blog, so check before you go. If you are turned away,
there are plenty of burger choices nearby, or you can take a cue
from the models, and pout hungrily.

The Bloomberg Questions
Cost? 1,000 yen - 2,100 yen
Sound level? Quiet, except for Goro’s.
Date place? Yes for ZipZap. Yes for the others too, if you
don’t mind looking like a cheapskate.
Inside tip? Ask for the homemade buns at The Great
Burger. They run out fast.
Special feature? Fresh pancakes at J.S. Burger Cafe
Private rooms? No.
Will I be back? Yes.
Rating? Goro’s *, J.S. Burgers *, The Great Burger **,
ZipZap ***