evidence: When my cheeseburger and her "famous," as she now refers to it, French dip arrived, they were textbook perfect. Both came cut in half, speared with toothpicks for stability. The French dip was layered with juicy paper-thin slices of house-roasted prime rib and accompanied by a bowl of beefy jus. My burger was medium-rare and piled high with melted cheddar, shredded iceberg, tomato, and onion. When slathered with spicy mayo (yes, you should request a side of this), it’s an unexpected entry into America’s burger elite.