If the ladies who lunched liked big, sloppy burgers, they would have a lovely time at RL. A pretty, but cramped room was a warm an inviting escape from the tourist hell end of Michigan avenue. We'd all go back for the room, but the the burger split us into two camps. The negativists thought the burger was just okay, not worth the $19 charge, with unadvertised raw onion, tomato, and "thin and slimy lettuce." "And then there was the salt: burger was super salty. Fries lacked salt. Which was hiding in the pickle." The positivists thought the taste merited the two-napkin (two well-pressed crisp Egyptian cotton napkins, of course) messiness. Nice ramekins on condiments. We all agreed (1) the service was fantastic, not stuffy; and (2) the fries were on the nubbiny side. Low of 66, high of 84; average of 74.