Edit: I really do love Denver, but Diablo Burger is in Flagstaff. D’oh!
I had to reflect on this for a week, but the more I think about Diablo’s Wrigley Field burger, the more I know it’s one of the best I’ve had. Ever.
I’m in love: with the burger, with the emphasis on local–with the entire concept of the restaurant. A focused, mouth-watering menu. Cash only. Two beers on tap (two good beers, that is). Small, intimate environment. Locally-sourced beef and ingredients.
The four paragraphs at the top of the menu that introduce the burger list urge customers to trust the cooks:
Because this beef is about 95% lean, we recommend that your DB burger be cooked medium-rare…In addition, please understand that we cook all of our burgers to order, literally taking the temperature of every single burger we make.
That attention to detail shows throughout the restaurant. But enough talk.
Ready. Set. Drool.
That’s six-ounces of mouth-watering beef topped with homemade sauerkraut, bacon, Swiss cheese and a spicy honey mustard–all on an English muffin. On top of Belgian frites.
Jason ordered The Cheech, generously topped with guacamole, pepper jack and jalapenos. And we both sipped on a delicious IPA.
Once again, Flagstaff, you’ve been good to me. I may soon plan a trip to the Grand Canyon just to have another reason to pass through.