The ball
Ninety grams of Italian beef, coarsely ground every morning. Never pressed in advance: the ball stays loose until the last second.
It all starts with a ball.
Smash burger | Milan
Beef smashed on a 260 degree griddle.
Crunchy crust, cheese that gives in,
a bun that soaks it all up.
Then you decide how big you want it.
Then someone took a ball of beef, dropped it on a screaming hot griddle and pressed it down. Hard. No mercy. Ninety seconds. A crust that did not exist before, a charred edge that tastes like open fire.
The cheese gave in. The bun soaked it up. Hands got dirty. And nobody asked for a napkin. That is how I met your smash. No fork, no knife, no excuses.
Ninety grams of Italian beef, coarsely ground every morning. Never pressed in advance: the ball stays loose until the last second.
It all starts with a ball.
Griddle at 260 degrees. The spatula comes down with full weight for ten seconds. Total contact is what makes the difference.
It performs best under pressure.
Maillard reaction: sugars and proteins caramelise. The edge turns irregular, dark, crunchy. Tastes like fire without the fire.
Rough outside, tender inside.
One slice of American cheese, a lid, twenty seconds. The cheese runs down the sides and stops wherever it likes.
In the end it always gives in.
The beef arrives whole and is coarsely ground every day before we open.
No walk in freezer. What we do not use today, you will not see tomorrow.
No burger waits under a lamp. The ball hits the griddle when the ticket prints.
Buttery brioche from our own recipe, toasted on the same griddle that cooks the beef.
At the counter or at home, the burger is the same. The only difference is who gets their hands dirty bringing it to you.
Order at home