jeff fox wrote:

penningtron wrote: Tue Apr 11, 2023 10:28 am When did 'smash burgers' become a thing. Hasn't McDonalds been making smash burgers since the '50s..

I definitely prefer them to the 3/4 pound dripping meatball bullshit that places like Kuma's serve. Where you take the first bite and the whole grease drenched bun disintegrates in your hand and you have to eat the thing with a fork. It's all about proportion. If you're super hungry, order 2. Smash burger doesn't just mean thin patties- when they smush them on the griddle they get those crispy edges.

Yeah.. I once watched J. Kamp eat a medium rare burger that was floating in a puddle of its drippings. Pretty gross.

I have no, erm, beef with the burgers, it's more the marketing and the need to 'elevate' simple things. "Smash burgers" basically sound like how hamburgers have been made for ages.

It also means (well, SHOULD mean) they're working with fresh beef, not those scary pinkish grey frozen patties with the perforations that turn to rubber. So many bullshit pubs use those.

Smash burgers is a kind of goofy name but it's a real thing (info here) and totally my favorite way to cook burgers now (with onions smashed in). It was a depression-era way to make ground beef stretch farther. The onions need to be paper-thin and they kinda disappear as they cook in rendered beef fat. Yum.

jeff fox wrote: If you're super hungry, order 2. Smash burger doesn't just mean thin patties- when they smush them on the griddle they get those crispy edges.

Hell yeah.

lmao first time looking at the cover of The Ex's "Catch My Shoe" I saw some kind of explosion, now I see a big marijuana bud.

Teacher's Pet wrote: Fri Apr 14, 2023 1:55 pm Smash burgers is a kind of goofy name but it's a real thing (info here) and totally my favorite way to cook burgers now (with onions smashed in). It was a depression-era way to make ground beef stretch farther. The onions need to be paper-thin and they kinda disappear as they cook in rendered beef fat. Yum.

jeff fox wrote: If you're super hungry, order 2. Smash burger doesn't just mean thin patties- when they smush them on the griddle they get those crispy edges.

Hell yeah.

I'm glad I wasn't the only one ready to mount a defense of the smash burger.

I also love those giganto meatballs in a bun type of burger.

Actually, I don't think there's such a thing as a bad burger. Bad burger makers perhaps, but left alone, a burger is perfect by default.

Teacher's Pet wrote: Fri Apr 14, 2023 1:55 pm Smash burgers is a kind of goofy name but it's a real thing (info here) and totally my favorite way to cook burgers now (with onions smashed in).

I've done the smash technique at home and it's pretty good, though makes a splattery mess. I actually like a slightly thicker burger with a bit of pink in the middle but the partner doesn't, so I just double up thin patties. I'd still take a grilled burg over it if possible (note to self: by a decent damn grill this year).

Can this place sack dolts that are just clogging the gaff up with daft links in multiple threads? Ta.

This is just another friendly reminder that snow is robbery. I hate this fucking place.

Why are fancy recipes for scrambled eggs a thing? Just scramble the damn things and add some salt. They're perfect that way.

Thinking about Ralph Yarl.

Growing-up in old school Chicago every black kid in my neighborhood was warned by parents to stay out of Bridgeport, the neighborhood that once hosted Comiskey Park. Its denizens were horribly and violently racist. Nazi scum. Kinda funny now that this is where hipsters slum it, but back then, 70's-80's, the place was total trash.

In the early-90's a co-worker/college friend invited me to his family's holiday party. Keith was a good guy and I was more than happy to celebrate the season with his family. I didn't even think about where I was going, but he lived in Canaryville, the next neighborhood over from Bridgeport. Same difference. Not being familiar with the area I got lost wandering around looking for Keith's address. It was dark. I was still clueless about my surroundings and tired of walking around, so I just walked-up to some random house to ask for directions. I knocked on the door and an old white guy slowly opened the door. "Hi! I'm looking for the blahblahblah's residence? Going to his holiday party and I'm lost. Can you help"? He eyes me for a few moments and tells me how to get there. He then warns me not to go in a certain direction because there are a bunch of kids out there (meaning white teens). I thank him and make my way over to Keith's place. This entire time I'm still not picking-up what exactly is happening. Anyway, I make it to Keith's safely and tell him about my adventure. His eyes got super huge and he scolded me for not asking for a ride. "Don't you know where you are"?

I hope Mr. Ralph Yarl makes a full recovery while Andrew Lester spends the remainder of his short life away from friends and family in a windowless cell.