Smashburgers are Complete Trash
Why not just put your mouth under a grease trap?
There’s this hamburger place near my house that everyone seems to be obsessed with. I won’t name it, but let’s just say they use a lot of green, and the name could be confused for a small, ramshackle strip club. I once waited in line in New York City for almost an hour to try this place, lured by a New Yorker who swore it would be the best burger I ever had. Of course, New Yorkers also wait in hour-long lines for toothpaste, so I should have known better.
The experience was my first introduction to what people call a “smashburger,” which is apparently a burger that’s pressed up against a scalding hot grill with roughly the same force used install hurricane windows. According to a chef I know, this process turns the fat into caramel, and makes your burger a steaming hot Twix bar.
