Lucky Devils

Watching the film Food, Inc. was both a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing that we were educated on the heinous treatment of mass-produced farm animals.  For the sake of keeping this post appetizing, I won't elaborate. But it's a curse when standing at the checkout line in Whole Foods. Everyone but the millionaires suffer Whole Foods Checkout Line Anxiety. Especially when we create art pieces at the salad bar with reckless abandon, only to hold our breath when they weigh it. Whole Foods Checkout Line Anxiety now also creeps in when we buy organic grass-fed steaks, and cage-free-indoor-outdoor free range chicken. The prices are no joke. Or rather, a total joke.

El Diablo
We were drawn to Lucky Devils because they also seemed to want no part in the modern-day animal cruelty either. They showcase the best of the best in organic, hormone-free meats.  All of their beef is grass-fed or Kobe. And their prices are lovely.

We ordered the Bacon Bleu Burger (Swiss Gruyere, blue cheese, double-smoked bacon, drunkin’ beer caramelized onions, wild arugula & roasted garlic aioli) and The Diablo (white cheddar, double-smoked bacon, avocado, wild arugula, House 1,000 Island Devil Hot Sauce).

Their list of knockout micro brews turn this upscale burger joint into a full-on gastropub. It was a hearty, memorable meal, and we will return!

Famous slogan posted around London during the WWII  blitz
Another satisfied customer

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