The Voodoo Doughnut Burger at The Original, the newish "dinerant" downtown, earned itself a recent blog post on the New York Times website. Having never eaten a beef patty wedged between two glazed pastries, I headed down there for one last week.

And you know what? The Voodoo Doughnut Burger is actually pretty darn tasty. It's a burger greasy enough to warrant eating with a fork and knife and it will probably take a good three days off your life. Meat. Cheese. Doughnuts. That's it. The Original's kitchen staff aren't about to let a few slices of lettuce or a tomato sneak in and detract from the oodles of cholesterol packed in this little monster. I recommend ordering one medium rare.

The PB & J Monte Cristo sandwich doesn't hold up as well. A colleague ordered one and said that it tasted more or less like a jelly doughnut without enough jelly. It was too much like a dessert item and not enough like a lunch entree, especially considering the price.

But the Voodoo Doughnut Burger? It walks that line with ease. In fact, I think it's a burger worthy its own sonnet. Quick, somebody get this burger a sonnet!

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