Few things are as wonderful as tacos. Burgers are one of those few things that come close. The brains behind Blue Bull Burgers and Tacos clearly know this, so they paired the two. And the result is pretty delicious.
The menu at Blue Bull, which is tucked in a commercial complex at 2420 Lime Kiln Lane (just off Brownsboro Road), is brief, but that only makes it easier to decide. You get to choose between four signature burgers, three signature tacos and a couple of sandwiches, and that’s pretty much it. But it still isn’t easy to decide.
The signature Blue Bull burger is topped with bourbon bacon jam and blue cheese. The Brekky comes with bacon and a fried egg, along with blueberry jam. For the adventurous, there’s also the Durango, a chorizo burger topped with peppers, pepperjack cheese and caramelized onions.
The taco choices are Cochinita (pork with pickled onions, habanero salsa and more), Baja (blackened mahi-mahi, red cabbage, jicama slaw and other ingredients) and Santa Rosa (chicken, with more of a street taco presentation). There’s also a grilled chicken sandwich, a Havana (Blue Bull’s version of a Cuban), and the Big Bull PB&J made with blueberry jam, bacon peanut butter (!) and Fritos.
I had lunch with my friends Jerry and Cindy recently, and we all had difficulty deciding. What finally did it for me was the daily lunch special of the Patriot burger, a basic American burger with cheese, lettuce, pickles and tomato, plus hand-cut fries and a drink for $9. After much agonizing (in part because he could barely read the menu board without his glasses), he opted for the lunch special, while Cindy ordered the Baja tacos.
Unfortunately, they were out of the mahi-mahi. Disappointment ruled for a moment, but the employee taking our order suggested mixing and matching chicken and pork tacos, so the deal was done.
We took a seat in the sparsely decorated dining area that consisted of wooden tables, chairs and booths painted a country blue color. On one wall, TVs showed the Olympics, while another wall featured mounted photos of Louisville landmarks.
We chatted until our food came out, and only then did we realize what we were in for. Honestly, the burger placed before me was enormous. The order of french fries was just as enormous. And it all looked and smelled delicious. I immediately felt a sadness in knowing there was no way I would ever finish it all. But I was determined to try.
The burger is one of those that, when you bite into it, grease runs down your fingers and into your palms. With every bite. It was deliciously fresh tasting, perfectly cooked to my requested medium-rare, and topped to the point it was at least two inches thick. Probably more. And it was misshapen like any good, hand-made patty should be. It was one of the better burgers I’ve had in quite a while.
The fries, meanwhile, represented my favorite type of fried potato in existence — fresh, hand-cut, cooked to a medium-brown, with crisp edges, then salted and peppered just enough. But for the most part, just fresh potato flavor is what stood forth.
Meanwhile, I managed to snare a few bites of Cindy’s tacos, which were just as impressive. The chicken was flavorful, not overly spiced and solid. The pork was the better of the two, as it was more juicy, and the pickled onions really matched it well. Cindy wasn’t fond of the habanero salsa, which caught her by surprise, but I found it to be delicious. Just be careful, because it will sneak up on you.
The only drawback is that the corn tortillas have no chance of holding the ingredients in the well-stuffed tacos. After two or three bites, Cindy’s fingers were as messy as mine and Jerry’s.
“This is a five-napkin meal,” she said. She wasn’t wrong. Halfway through his burger, Jerry had to go back to the condiment station for another stack of napkins for us, none of which went to waste.
I managed to finish two-thirds of my burger and about half my fries before I caved.
“Quitter,” Cindy said, as I threw in the towel, although let it be known she didn’t finish her tacos, or even all the tasty black beans (topped with cojita) she got as a side. Jerry managed to down his entire burger and all but a handful of fries, which was impressive for a guy who is only 5-foot-5.
“I’ve been doing this a long time,” he said.
All in all, I can’t recommend Blue Bull enough. For $9, I’m surprised they aren’t losing money on the lunch I had. The tacos were only $7 for three, and none of the burgers tops the $7.50 mark. There’s also a kids’ menu, and the restaurant’s Facebook page indicates it awaits an alcohol license. I’ll be surprised if this place doesn’t become a neighborhood staple in the East End.