Oooh-La-La!

A couple of weeks ago, Greg showed us his French Onion burger, and I've been drooling over that post ever since. I even went so far as to make his roasted tomatoes with garlic in anticipation of making that burger. As Etta James sang so memorably, "At last..."


We had burger, nice grass-raised burger. We had onions, sweetly sautéed onions. We had tomatoes, oven roasted with olive oil and garlic. We even had buns, fresh "sandwich rolls" from Semifreddi. We had cheese, cave-aged Gruyere. We were ready for takeoff on a flight to Swoon City.


For once, I neglected to put anything green at all on the plate. We did have salad for lunch, so perhaps that was good enough?  In any case, the huge, gloriously decorated hamburger is all we had for dinner that night. I couldn't finish mine, so My Beloved got a few extra bites.


The only change we made is that, not being cheeseburger lovers, we nibbled slices of the salty, tangy Gruyere on the side. You have to be a garlic hound like me to enjoy this burger but, if you are, you're in for a major treat. The redolent onions, the beefy, hearty meat, the tomatoes roasted to bring out their sweet side - let your imagination do the work here. It was amazing. As the French would say, "Oooh-La-La!"