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The first thing we did when we got to Detroit last night was leave town. There's a bar in Dearborn that is widely considered, among people who track such things, to have one of the best burgers in the world. Once again, we were lucky to have the place almost entirely to ourselves, and owner/bartender Mark Miller schooled us on local history, the bar business, and most importantly, the ethos of his long-time burger outfit.
These really were some of the best, if not the very best, burgers we've ever had—Emily and I both agreed. (And as I told Mark, my grandfather was a cattle rancher, so I've had a few.) I ordered this one rare, and it actually was rare, and that was great, because Miller gets his beef directly from Detroit's Eastern Market, and knows where it walked around before that. Paired with some McDonald's-level-delicious fries (don't front) and a couple High Lifes (no relation to the bar, though their Miller distributor used to work there) it was just about heaven.
A cool-looking structure/monument to the Oregon Trail we saw on our way to Boise, Idaho, to Emily's brother's house, over Thanksgiving.
Early Oregonians: not known for their hospitality.
Hal's Hamburgers in Pendleton.
Road through the Blue Mountains.
The first thing we did when we got to Detroit last night was leave town. There's a bar in Dearborn that is widely considered, among people who track such things, to have one of the best burgers in the world. Once again, we were lucky to have the place almost entirely to ourselves, and owner/bartender Mark Miller schooled us on local history, the bar business, and most importantly, the ethos of his long-time burger outfit.
These really were some of the best, if not the very best, burgers we've ever had—Emily and I both agreed. (And as I told Mark, my grandfather was a cattle rancher, so I've had a few.) I ordered this one rare, and it actually was rare, and that was great, because Miller gets his beef directly from Detroit's Eastern Market, and knows where it walked around before that. Paired with some McDonald's-level-delicious fries (don't front) and a couple High Lifes (no relation to the bar, though their Miller distributor used to work there) it was just about heaven.
Last night we went to the Hamburger Eyes opening at Powerhouse. I don't love parties in stores, because you always feel like you're supposed to be browsing or buying something. But the Powerhouse space is really nice and I am not one to turn down free beer (what. just saying). I like how the sound in there bounces off the walls a little—there's something about the DJ being high up above everyone and the slight echo that makes the music sound kind of epic. The photos are really good too. You can see more of them here, and they'll be up at the Powerhouse Arena through April 6th.
