It is rare that I eat a hamburger. Maybe, once every six months, I get a really intense craving for the melty cheese, the crisp lettuce, and yes, the salty taste of dead cow. Oh, and the mayonnaise. The delicious mayonnaise. This week, my mom and I had lunch plans and I was having exactly one of those days–by 10:00 AM, all I could think about was a delicious hamburger, accompanied with salted french fries and of course, Utah’s favorite, creamy fry sauce. My mom had recommended Smash Burger a few weeks back, and frankly I blew the recommendation off because, really, I knew that a hamburger wasn’t in my near future. This particular day, however, I had spent the night before cooking with dear friend and drinking wine (review soon to come), and felt a little–how can I say this delicately–suffered by the wrath of grapes. And what more could a girl ask for, then to try a new hamburger joint with Mom? (Thanks Mom).
Smash Burger is a chain that has recently bloomed here in Utah. On this particular occasion we ate at the closest location to Downtown which happens to be in the heart of Sugarhouse. Upon entering the establishment, I noticed right away that we were probably close to the only females in the joint. Don’t let that detour you though–the atmosphere is very modern and not at all distinctively masculine. In fact, from the aesthetic appeal of the atmosphere only, it might be difficult to decipher exactly what kind of food they serve. I liked this. I liked this a lot.
My mom told me what to order, as she had been there before. And, I am not one to argue with my mom when it comes to food. She usually gets it right. “Ok, Chelsea, you need to order the American Burger, a side of Smash Fries, and you REALLY need the Haystack Onions to put ON your burger.” Done. Mom ordered the “Smashwedge Salad” and of course, we got two sodas to boot. I will say, that I couldn’t find the lids for my Diet Coke, and that made me feel a little stupid. Was it my hazy head? Nah, they were hidden. The old man next to me couldn’t find them either. (Whew).
The food came out and it was beautiful…really, surprisingly pleasing to the eye. Yellows, greens, reds, and delicious textures and smells. Smash Burger touts that their burgers are cooked over a ridiculous amount of heat. Pressing on them as they cook very quickly locks in the juices, according to some customers I spoke with. I was skeptical. How would pressing on something “hold in” juices? Well, let me tell you–whatever they do–works. The basic American Burger (beef patty, lettuce, tomato, American cheese, on a hamburger bun), couldn’t have tasted better. The fries were just how I like them: thinly sliced, lightly seasoned, and hot. The haystack onions were light and barley tasted battered. Those suckers went on my burger and added a lot more flavor. In addition, dipping them in Smash Burger’s tangy twist on “fry sauce” was delightful. If you like horseradish, ketchup, and mayo, then this fry sauce is for you. For my mom, who despises horseradish, she can stick with regular ketchup. No problem there–they have regular mustard and ketchup on every table. The Smashwedge Salad looked amazing. So much going on: blue cheese, bacon, onions, all on top of a crisp light green head of iceburg lettuce. Holy refreshing–and yet, intensely hard core at the same time. You might not eat it all, but what you get through will make you smile. And all you vegetarians out there, don’t pass up Smash Burger as just a meaty burger dining establishment–they have a veggie burger that looks mouthwatering.
The burger went down easy and didn’t make me feel gross. This, my dear readers, is a big deal. Being a *mostly* organic eater, I take a big risk of eating fast food or anything on the more “processed” side because I don’t really feel so great for long periods of time after (thinking of the pizza I had a few weeks ago…). Let’s just say, I felt great. The meal was delicious and filling–but not too filling. It was also very fresh and I felt as though the ingredients used were of good quality and made specifically for me. They were decidedly NOT sitting under any kind of heat lamp, that is for sure.
Next time you get that craving–the one that you can’t kick for a few weeks–just hit up the burger of the Smash variety. You won’t regret it. Oh, and call me to come with you; I am craving a juicy burger right this very minute.