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The Cure To A Hangover: Wagyu Burger

The Wagyu Burger from Hangover Pub in Worcester, MA

Let’s take a second and talk about bacon…crispy, wonderful, fatty, rich…bacon. Something hasn’t been loved this much by the masses since The Beatles came over from Liverpool. This one piece of pork has been so widely revered over the last few years that it has inspired countless pieces of merchandise, advertising, cult-like followings and not to mention a booming business for purveyors of Miss Piggy (my apologies to the Muppets). And like so many of the gullible yuppies that fell into any one of those categories I mentioned, I was right there with everyone else. I am a bacon junky. So you had to understand my enthusiasm when I learned that the first bacon themed gastropub in New England was opening up on Green Street was downright childlike. I had visions of me swimming in pools of bacon like Scrooge McDuck did with his money, except my fantasy was much more delicious and satisfying. So I had to check it out!

Located almost directly across the street from the newly renovated Cove Music Hall and taking the place of The Center Bar & Grill (thank goodness), stands the current location of The Hangover Pub. The interior is still cozy on the inside but there’s evidence of extensive renovations to make the atmosphere more inviting, modern and less sticky. Neat wooden accents around the bar bring focal points to array of local brews on tap, and the red walls slowly morph into a black slate chalkboard which reads the menu all around the restaurant. But enough about the inside…let’s get to the food!

Considering this is a burger blog, I got the only burger on the menu…the Wagyu Burger ($12). Advertised with Grey Hill bleu cheese, baby kale, bacon-onion jam, layered on a brioche bun with house fries and smoke sea salt. I mean, the description alone makes your mouth water. For those of you unfamiliar with the Wagyu, it refers to a Japanese cow. While there are several different breeds, these cows are the most desired in the world because they are genetically predisposed to better marbling, meaning better flavor. Many cows enjoy a life of daily massages, and a steady diet of beer and sake are meant to make the animals happier, therefore producing a higher quality of meat.

The meal came presented on a wooden plank, with a brown paper bag of French fries on one side and the burger on the other. The buttery top of the brioche bun glistened in the lights cast above the table. As I began to enjoy the burger, the first thing that came to mind was how tender it was. Cooked to a beautiful medium, the warm pink center was the way every burger should be cooked. The baby kale took the place of lettuce on a normal burger, but added a nice fresh crispness to the bite, while not taking anything away from the meat. The kale also added a nice temperature contrast by being cooler than everything else. The bacon-onion jam reminded me more of caramelized onions, making me wish there was more bacon on the dish. With that being said though, the onions added another level of sweetness to a normally rich burger. Unfortunately, the bleu cheese got overshadowed in this dish. I’m not sure whether it was because there wasn’t enough or the other flavors were too pronounced, but I wanted something more melty. Bleu cheese is usually very assertive, and I just missed that aspect of it in the bite.

As the night winded to an end, and I polished off the last maple glazed zeppoli for dessert (must try – out of control!), I was happy with my experience at The Hangover. The food was delicious and extremely unique. Everything on the menu is priced right and almost seems priced to encourage a group to order several items; as if the owners want you to try everything on the item in one sitting (which I could probably do but shhhh! – don’t judge me) There was so much more on the menu that I didn’t get to try, but there’s always another day. I am glad that this bacon pub is in my neighborhood, now I just need to make sure I visit my doctor more regularly. But where will my burger adventure lead me to next? If you have suggestions, tweet me @edioufuc5. Until next time…

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No Margin Of Error For Rob Fecteau & BirchTree Bread Co.

Rob Fecteau Baking Bread at BirchTree Bread Co

Rob Fecteau remembers the feeling he had when the first loaves of bread came out of the oven at his BirchTree Bread Company on Green Street: “Not to sound mushy but it was pretty magical.”

Coriander Raisin Loaves at BirchTree Bread Co. Photo by Alex for WorcesterScene.com
Coriander Raisin Loaves at BirchTree Bread Co. Photo by Alex for WorcesterScene.com

The bread was baked before BirchTree opened – ciabatta, an Italian white bread, for Rob’s cousin who helped with the construction: “We are all Italians or mostly Italian eating the Italian bread coming out of the oven. There’s a picture of me with a loaf and there’s construction and a ladder in the background and it was awesome. There were about ten loaves of bread and they were all a little burnt and caramelized, but they were the first and magic.”

That ciabatta, now flecked with rosemary, is still on the menu at BirchTree, one of the special breads that rotate in to complement the three daily loaves, the most popular of which is the simplest: a crusty Country loaf. Second place, however, is more surprising: Coriander Raisin. Not to Rob – he loves the sweet-savory combination – but some really do not care for coriander or aren’t used to having it in bread. The other daily bread is made with local whole wheat and flax. All of them are made with natural leaven – a mixture of wild yeasts and naturally occurring good bacteria that help leaven and flavor the dough – which in itself is a kind of magic… and menace.

Rob Fecteau Baking Bread at BirchTree Bread Co. Photo by Alex Belisle for WorcesterScene.com
Rob Fecteau Baking Bread at BirchTree Bread Co. Photo by Alex Belisle for WorcesterScene.com

“I thought baking would be easier as a chef and it’s not,” says Rob who was born in Worcester and spent 15 years working as a chef in the surrounding area. “There’s a real challenge using the natural leaven starter. It is not always predicable.” Like any living organism, you need to feed it, and Rob adds, “Unless you are on point with the feeding you will get a different result.”

According to Rob, that’s one of the biggest differences between bakers and chefs: “Chefs make lots of miniature calculations and can make amends when they miss. Bakers make a few calculations and if you miss any of them you mess up the whole thing. You must know your dough and what is happening in each level of the process to make the right decisions. You can’t scramble. Once something’s done, it’s done.”

So why leave his established and comfortable career as a chef? To take on that challenge and learn new culinary skills. Besides, chefs work late nights, and Rob, who got married in May of 2014, hopes baking will give him a more balanced life. The baker’s life, like the bread itself, is more precise. Even though his days start early, his wife is a teacher and they both like waking up with the sun. So, he set out to find baking inspiration both near (Five Loaves in Spencer and Hungry Ghost in Northampton) and far (Tartine, Acme, and others in California).

The real revelation was the space Rob ended up with for BirchTree. He pictured himself and a helper opening something like Hungry Ghost, which basically has bread racks and a walk in counter. He knew he wanted to be in Worcester, but he never imagined occupying the massive space on Green Street with its warm, industrial-feel, openness, and constant sunlight pouring in from the windows.

“Sometimes the space creates the vision for what you make,” says Rob.

That big, welcoming, inclusive vision seems much more logical when you consider Rob’s cooking inspiration. His father is French and his mother is Italian and both sides of the family cooked. He remembers semiannual trips to his maternal family’s house in upstate New York where the food just kept coming, the kitchen and dining room filled with platters of seafood, vegetables, and sauces. Rob credits his father, a travelling salesman, for expanding his international tastes and fueling his desire to explore with stories, pictures, and food brought back Africa, China, France, Germany, and South America.

And Rob hasn’t left his chef hat behind. In addition to the breads and pastries, BirchTree added sandwiches to the menu in January and runs what he calls a “scratch kitchen,” braising its own corned beef and making its own preserves, pickles, and nut butters. Rob won’t say what’s coming next – despite this author’s plea for pizza – only that he is happy with the slow growth, wants to keep doing what he is doing better, and is listening to his customers even as he forges ahead with his own vision.

“It’s not called artisan bread because it is baked in an artisan oven,” he notes. “It’s because there is an artisan making it, crafting it every step of the way.”

BirchTree Bread Co on Green Street in Worcester, MA. Photo by Alex Belisle for WorcesterScene.com
BirchTree Bread Co on Green Street in Worcester, MA. Photo by Alex Belisle for WorcesterScene.com