Father's Office 2

The Best Burger You Ever Had







I have a new favorite restaurant and it serves all the things men like best: burgers, fries, beer, and babes. Okay, maybe not babes, but F.O. in Culver City does come with a couple of flat screen TV’s making the male fantasy complete. Even the name is masculine: Father’s Office. This place could have easily taken on the pretentious feel of an 8 oz. Burger Bar or Akasha. It’s got those elements: the artisanal beer list, the menu written in chalk, the Culver City restaurant row thing. But it magically, wonderfully, artistically, works. I usually don’t write about restaurant service but these guys are absolute pros. I learned more about beer, breweries, and Belgium in the one hour of just listening to some of these cats talk to the patrons at the bar. And they did it effortlessly, with passion, and with fun. Great service, excellent vibe, and an inspired place for dinner this Father’s Office. And wow, what a burger! Bacon, maytag blue cheese, arugula, and onions, these are some of my favorite things. I hesitate to write that F.O. has the best burger around but I will write it anyway: it has the best burger around. Reviewing burgers is almost pointless because everyone has their own favorite. Some like the In-N-Out animal, some prefer Top’s, while others point out the wonders of Islands. Who’s right? No one or everyone. It all depends on preference, doesn’t it? But how can you deny F.O.? Its burger is dry aged, juicy, and so impeccably conceived that the chef refuses deletions or additions. That means, no mustard, mayo, or ketchup on your burger, sorry. But I kind of like a chef so confident that he has actually banned the aforementioned condiments because he believes that his invention is the Mount Everest of burgers. I also believe. I ordered my food with “frites,” and these are fries made the way I like them: thinly cut, superbly seasoned, with a serious crunch. I’ve arrived at the top of the mountain, and the top smells faintly like chopped beef and bacon.