Father’s Office came recommended to me by my honorary brother, Will. I was asking for Culver City recommendations, because that is where the focus is for my next article with The Place: Los Angeles. I wound up going for Waterloo & City for my official feature, thinking Father’s Office was just a run of the mill hipster burger joint. When the day to go explore Culver City was upon me, I wound up at the Helms Bakery Center purely by chance. Which is where Father’s Office just happens to be located. Seeing as we had time to kill, I talked my companions (i.e. my mom and her friend) into having a bite at Father’s Office. By talked into I mean “I said, hey, Will suggested this place. Maybe we should-” Them: “YES! YES WE SHOULD!”
Though I’d say the food is the main attraction, Father’s Office is still a bar and thus we were carded as we approached the entrance. We had to stake out a table and snipe it as quickly as we could as it was that jammed packed. On a Sunday. At two-thirty! Clearly, there is something magical about this place…
My mom recalled the fame of the original Father’s Office location in Santa Monica, which originated the famous “Office Burger” we knew we had to order and split. For posterity.
Here is what we ordered:
Both of these drinks were ordered under the “Fruity and Herbaceous” section of the very well organized drink menu. The former was a European intensely berry flavored libation, and even my mother, a staunch beer hater, enjoyed the sip she took. Dawn, who ordered it, said she would order it again in a heartbeat. My own beer was a local brew, nice a citrusy wheat void of the dreaded hops I loathe in beers. Very crisp and refreshing, these both went well with our food.
Mom insisted on these, and who am I to protest such juicy, flavorful fungi? With just four simple ingredients, this handful of mushrooms were positively transformed into a higher level of umami. Do not question. Just order them.
I put my mom in charge of ordering this and caught her attempting to order it well done. WELL DONE. I swear, I almost gave myself up for adoption on the spot. I corrected the order and asked for medium. They brought it practically mooing in a pasture, grazing lazily on a warm spring afternoon. Well played, Father’s Office.
If there is a messier burger on this planet, I am unaware of its presence. However, sloppiness aside, this burger lived up to the hype and then some. Honestly; I didn’t change a thing about this burger and I generally do not like meat + meat burgers, but the bacon wasn’t a bother in the least. All of the components were harmonious, so grab a stack of napkins and go to town.
The food of the gods, this portion of beef marrow was generous, with the actual marrow outweighing the salad and toast. I stopped just short of sticking my tongue down the bone. Only because my mother was present.
If it isn’t abundantly evident, Father’s Office caught my attention, held it and made me hungry for more. Thanks to the newly opened Expo Line, Father’s Office isn’t but a hop, skip and a jump away from me. I predict repeat visits for further menu sampling. For posterity.
3229 Helms Ave
Los Angeles 90034