New Best Burger Contender: Edzo’s in Evanston
Another day, another burger. Another post on this blog, an observant reader might say, another contender for the best burger ever. But I do have to say, the latest contender is quite possibly the best I’ve had all year. That would be the char burger at Edzo’s Burger Shop in Evanston, Illinois. I went there last month when I was in town for work and stayed with Slim McDinner, Lobster Bisque and the Reading Corndog (Sous Chef was away on business) for a night. Slim had been talking up the Edzo’s burger for a while, so I was eager to get a chance to give it a try. Edzo’s was started by Eddie Lakin, a former fine dining chef, who decided to open a burger joint. But this is not just any burger joint. The all-American beef is never frozen and is freshly ground in house every morning. It’s served on a superb brioche bun. The fries are hand-cut and fried, not once, but twice. In short, Edzo’s is not messing around.
Slim had an appointment the afternoon he took me to Edzo’s, so we had to take our food out, but I watched as the cooks prepared the burgers and fries. The restaurant is decorated with vintage burger and hot dog shop signs and placards. Perhaps the coolest is the menu itself, which is displayed on one of those lit-up Coca-Cola-sponsored boards where moveable letters spelling out the offerings are arranged on the grooved surface. Despite these vintage touches, it’s a pretty unprententious place with a simple menu. In addition to burgers, the menu features hot dogs, shakes and a chicken sandwich or two. It’s obvious that burgers are the things to get.
Burgers are, of course, available with cheese (cheddar, American, Swiss, blue and pepperjack) and other toppings (jalapeños, giardinera, garlic butter, bacon, sauteed mushrooms, fried egg), but in my humble opinion, a truly great burger must be able to stand alone. The 1/2-lb. burger I brought back was dressed with only the basics. I added mustard and ketchup and dug in. The patty was charred so the surface was perfectly crusty and almost black, but inside the meat remained pink and tender. It was an ideal texture and flavor combination, and I only wished Empanada Boy were there to taste it with me. Needless to say, it stood up just fine without all the fancy trimmings.
Edzo’s makes fries in flavors like Buffalo, cheese and truffle. Slim and I ordered the garlic fries, which were delicious, flecked with glistening specs of minced garlic. It’s so much more pleasant to eat fries that taste like they’ve recently been part of a potato in the ground than to eat those shapeless, flavorless pre-formed and pre-frozen sticks that some other restaurants try to pass off as good.
As he usually is about matters culinary, Slim was right about the greatness of Edzo’s. It makes a truly glorious burger that won’t easily be surpassed in my record books. I might even go so far as to recommend that a burger devotee visiting Chicago take a little detour and head up to Evanston for lunch.
Edzo’s Burger Shop
1571 Sherman Ave.
Evanston, IL 60201
847.864.3396

Empanada Boy and I are ringing in the new year in Evanston with his sister Sous Chef, our brother-in-law Slim McDinner, our niece the Reading Corndog and our nephew Lobster Bisque. Slim McDinner has been busy perfecting the art of curing his own pork products, including sausages, bacon and pancetta. He grinds meat with his Kitchen Aid mixer and ages his creations in the basement utility room. I wanted my January tribute to Gourmet to be a vegetable dish because we had already decided to make handmade pasta with Bolognese sauce (including the homemade pancetta) for our main course. As I scanned the vegetable sides on Epicurious, I noticed a simple, but delicious looking, Brussels sprouts recipe that called for pancetta. At first it seemed like too much pancetta for one meal, but then I reconsidered: How could there be too much pancetta? It is New Year’s Eve, after all.
It’s usually a good sign when a burger joint offers toppings like wasabi or curry mayo, whole grain mustard aioli and chipotle ketchup. Crispy, home-cut fries and fluffy cornmeal-dusted buns are further pluses. But when that burger joint calls itself
I ordered the “Big Bürger,” which comes with one patty (as opposed to the “Bigger Bürger” and “Über Bürger”, with two and three patties, respectively). I couldn’t help wondering whether the umlaut on burger would make it BOO-guhr, but I pushed the thought aside so it wouldn’t cloud my vision of the food. The mustard aioli was my topping of choice. The burger arrived on that distinctive, cornmeal-topped roll with a not-so-distinctive clump of iceberg lettuce, a tomato slice and a pickle spear. The bread and sauce were points in its favor, and the meat was of far better quality than most cheap places, but the patty was over-cooked. This is the ultimate sin in burger preparation; good meat should be left slightly pink and juicy, not cooked to the point of being almost indistinguishable from its fast-food brethren. This was a decent burger, but I wouldn’t call it “über” in any way. The fries I shared with EB, Sushi Sister and Reading Corn Dog were nicely browned and tasty. They tasted even better dipped in Sous Chef’s curry mayo. I’ll order that sauce the next time I come.
Burgers aren’t the only option at Über Burger. The menu also includes mac and cheese, grilled cheese and chili. I tried all of these, thanks to Avocado Boy, Reading Corn Dog and Croque Monsieur. None was very memorable. True to his contrarian nature and spirit of adventure, Empanada Boy decided to try the chicken po’boy picture here. It came on a fittingly dry and crackly bun with another tasty mayonnaise, but the breaded chicken breast was fairly mediocre. I’m not even sure the meat was prepared in the restaurant. Über Burger’s true specialty might have been its ice cream and frozen yogurt. Empanada Boy and I would have liked to finish things off that way, but we had to drive Sushi Sister and Croque Monsieur to the airport for their flight back to Portland.
After my lackluster experience at
The food was definitely better than the Grafton, and the festively decorated, wood-paneled space, filled with happy, beer-drinking patrons made the meal seem even more authentic. I steered away from shepherd’s pie, this time deciding to revel in the glories of Irish meat products with the Full Monty Irish Breakfast (shown above). This dish comes with bangers (sausages), bacon, black and white pudding (sausage made by cooking blood and sausage made from pork meat, suet and oatmeal, respectively), eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, baked beans and fried bread. This was a feast of delicious animal parts like only the Irish could do it. Slim also ordered well, selecting the rich, hearty lamb stew with rustic Irish brown bread.
Empanada Boy did a more scientific comparison between the Celtic Knot and the Grafton by ordering the fish and chips. The flaky fish came in an equally flaky shell with excellent fries and a mild curry for dipping. EB’s assessment: the fish and chips at the Celtic Knot trounced the Grafton’s, the latter of which both of us had thought were pretty good. Popcorn Princess enjoyed the fish of the day, a tilapia filet, simply cooked in butter with lemon juice and vegetables on the side. Drumstix had a delicious looking steak sandwich with Provolone cheese and roasted red peppers. Despite the general gorging that took place, we decided to finish things off with some dessert. We ordered the convenient dessert sampler, which came with smaller portions of three different items. Our universal favorite was the sticky toffee pudding, which had only a slight toffee flavor, but was warm, well-spiced and deeply flavorful.
It’s hard to believe that summer has already begun. That’s not to say it hasn’t been feeling pretty summer-ish with the hot, muggy days we’ve been having here in Chicago. But perhaps it’s just that fleeting nature of spring that makes me regard the first, fresh, local produce it yields as bordering on sacred. 





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