I had a car inspection yesterday that left me across the street from a Smash
Burger that I've been curious about since it recently popped up in that spot.
Though the burgers I make in Manstovia are half-pound monsters, I have a
lifelong affection for the kind of squashed on a flattop type served by places
like this. Unfortunately the street I had to traverse was basically a highway,
and it took over five minutes to cross three intersections to cover what had to
be 100 yards as the crow flies, putting extra pressure on them to serve a good
burger. But it did turn out to be pretty satisfactory, and the place had
surprising elements of an actual restaurant for a fast-food joint. The only
disappointment was the fried pickles. They did them right (chips versus spears),
but there was something weirdly wilted about them like they were over-fried or
came out of the freezer or something.
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