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Andrew Steinthal and Chris Stang are the brains and mouths behind Immaculate Infatuation, a New York City restaurant guide that will steer you in the right direction of a really good burrito, steak, or whatever else you could want in the city, in a non-food critc-y kind of way. Because they're actually not food critics—their day jobs are in the music industry, and in their downtime (and hell, while they're working), they like to eat. To make it even easier, they've also just launched an iPhone app, which you can download here.
For Racked, they sat down and recalled what they wore to some of their most memorable dining experiences. Read on to see what happens when you dress up in a makeshift Hamburglar costume at McDonalds.
Chris Stang, McDonalds
A few years back, I had a very memorable meal at McDonalds. The reason? Because I was dressed as the Hamburglar. It was Halloween, and I made my own Hamburglar outfit from various things at Ricky's: a jailhouse costume, a lone ranger-esque hat, a black eye mask, red gloves and a red tie. At the end of my night, I stopped into McDonald's on the way home, ordered a few burgers, and did my best to act suspicious.
Blue Hill at Stone Barns
This was one of the few times you will catch either of us in a suit. My most recent meal at Stone Barns was nothing short of incredible: I wore a black Burberry suit, and then proceeded to spill a very expensive, very red cocktail onto that suit as I waited at the bar for our table. This is why we can't have nice things.
Andrew Steinthal, Florent (RIP)
While Stang was dressed up as Hamburglar for Halloween in 2005, I spent my night sweating balls inside a full body Tigger costume. It was worth it—God, that was a great night. I remember rolling into Florent at around 3:30am, still in full Tigger gear, and taking down what felt like the most glorious meal of all time. French toast and a side of french fries. Damn, I miss Florent. Late night dining in NYC will never, ever be the same.
Burger & Barrel
I recently rolled into a buddies birthday dinner at Burger & Barrel only to see that Stang and I were wearing pretty much the exact same thing—jeans, a plaid button down, and a black v-neck sweater. Awesome. I didn't hear the end of it all night and now we need to call each other before events like this to avoid another bad situation. Clothes be damned, I still thoroughly enjoyed my Bash Burger, fried chicken and bourbon spiked shake. Chef Josh Capon knows how to do me right.
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