The search ended abruptly Friday night at Nopa.
It’s one of my favorite restaurants in San Francisco, and my pal Matt and I decided to have a boy’s night out while the planets were aligned and we were both in town at the same time. Even before I saw a menu, I knew I wanted the burger and after a plate of incredibly tasty Padrón peppers (which, if you haven’t tried, you should hop on a plane to try right now—and that’s coming from someone that dislikes peppers, almost across-the-board) and a couple of Sidecars (Matt’s with rum, mine with Armagnac), my burger finally landed. And ho-boy, what a beauty*.
Even though I haven’t tasted every hamburger in town, or all that some of you recommended, I know from eating at Nopa a few times before that I wouldn’t be disappointed. And sure enough, everything from the warm, slightly-charred beef patty, bun toasted in each side, and the tangy pickled red onions, this was it.
And I thought I was over the whole “everything’s better with bacon!” mania, until I tasted the rashers of house-smoked bacon criss-crossing this beef patty, and decided that the game ain’t over for bacon. In fact, it’s going into overtime.
There is one more contender I’m looking forward to, waiting in the batter’s box, for later in the week. But as far as I’m concerned, the hamburger at Nopa is the grand slam.
560 Divisadero Street
San Francisco, CA
*Excusez-moi for the photo of the burger and fries, which doesn’t do them justice. I just got a new camera and am figuring out all those crazy dials and digital displays.
If you’re in San Francisco, tonight I’ll be at Omnivore Books for a booksigning and chat, from 6 to 7pm. Stop by!