The burger: I've said this before, but it bears repeating, so here goes: You want a memorable burger? Go to a steakhouse. Be prepared to pay steakhouse prices, but in most cases, the investment is more than worth it.
That's certainly the case at Manny's, the downtown Minneapolis steakhouse to end all steakhouses.
For starters, what a patty! Remind me to ask my butcher to drop prime sirloin into the meat grinder the next time I muster up enough gumption to make a burger at home.
Chef Jason Smith gives his burgers the same seasoning formula that's used on the restaurant's steaks. Smart. Rather than announcing its own qualities, the blend works overtime to enhance the meat's pronounced beefy oomph.
Each loosely formed, thick-ish, covers-the-bun patty tips the scales at a hefty half-pound (welcome to Manny's, the Midwest's big-bigger-biggest culinary capital) and they're cooked on the same char broiler that finishes off the restaurant's famous steaks. The stove's high heat really does the trick when it comes to developing a tantalizingly crusty char on the exterior, while locking in all kinds of mouth-watering juices.
My burger's patty was pretty much straight-up medium around the edges, and as I nibbled my way into the center, each bite revealed a step closer to medium-rare, the beef becoming progressively pinker, juicier and richer.
Garnishes stick to the basics. There's a thickly cut tomato slice that impressed for its crimson color and relative (for winter, anyway) juiciness, and a fresh lettuce leaf. That's it, and frankly, that's all that's required.
Oh, and cheese. It's an add-on ($1), and highly recommended. Smith prefers the sharp, crumbly four-year-old Cheddar from Widmer's (imported from tiny Theresa, Wis.), but also suggests the tangy St. Pete's Blue, made in Faribault, Minn. I asked my server for his two cents, and he responded with "American," a choice that totally hit the spot, draping its melty self over the patty and inserting a hefty salt-filled bite.