Dumont Burger

“Wow. 8 Oscars, 400 million dollars at the box office, and you saved Tugg Speedman's career.” No, I’m not talking about famed movie exec, Les Grossman; I am, of course, referring to the chef at Dumont Burger (DB).

Dumont would have been an easy sell, if it were on the isle of Manhattan. However, many Manhattanites still feel that our 13-by-2-mile plot is a fresh New Amsterdam, and Brooklyn, Colonial England. Luckily, Brooklyn has within it an Ambassador (more like Assador) in DB that bridges the boroughs all by itself.

Getting everyone to Dumont in Williamsburg took only one thing: a series of unfortunate beef patties (except for you, Daddy-O; you’re my number 4 right now behind DB, Prune, and Paul’s). It was indeed time to man up. Seven of us came by three means of transportation: two by car, one by bike, and 4 by L-train. Oh my God!... What was that? L-train? Where does that go? To what strange land will it take us? Is it a time portal?... No! It simply goes to Brooklyn and only takes 10 minutes to get there.

I rode my bike over the Williamsburg Bridge to meet Kim who was waiting out in front of DB. We enjoyed a beer on their sidewalk patio while waiting for the rest of the group. Yousef, Katie, and Dwayne came shortly after by way of car and we went in to sit. Our waitress, the lovely Justina—not to be confused—was nice enough to kind of hold the only table for us that would accommodate a larger group; if it were not for Justina, we might still be waiting outside. Diana came in, and then there were six. By the way—Honorable mention to Diana’s very first trip to the other borough.

I do admit that I was a bit nervous for being responsible for getting everyone over to DB; expectations were exceedingly high…. The group is by no means gastronomically challenged, and I believe words like “Vom” have been used in the past to describe sub-par burgers. However, when the mac n’ cheese and onion ring appetizers came out, confidence was restored.

Tanya made it in just in time to order burgers along with the rest of us. Hmmm…. How did that happen?

Dumont burgers are thick and fresh and yummy. They are also warm and inviting, but I digress. They are charred just enough on the outside to hold in all their incredible juiciness (I would carve off its hide and wear it as a Unitard). With whatever you top it with—Gruyere, American, or Blue; bacon or no bacon—you cannot go wrong. It is completely complemented by a soft and sweet (warm and inviting) brioche bun. The Dumont burger is a meal, and a special meal at that. The beer selection is modest but includes a nice variety of choice. The brownie dessert was all good.

As usual, something completely unsuspecting yet brilliant was done… A bottle of wine was ordered and made short work of as a final denouement!