Having had surprisingly amazing burgers in Germany and England, I was ready for the burger at Bread Meats Bread to be similarly mind-blowing. It’s one of those places that comes up regularly in “best of the city” lists, so I figured that I was in for a treat.
Yeah, not so much.
Looks good, doesn’t it? If only it tasted even close to as good as it looked.
It was surprisingly lousy — the patties were rubbery and tough, with almost zero beefy flavour. Aside from the fact that the grind was way too fine, I’m assuming they mixed salt directly into the ground beef, which transforms the texture of the meat into something closer to a sausage.
I mean, look at the picture of the burger’s midsection. Note how the patties are stiff as a board. That’s just wrong.
If it weren’t for the other two burgers I’ve had on this trip, I’d write this off as “well, I guess Europeans just don’t understand hamburgers,” but clearly they do. In particular, the cheeseburger I had in England would probably be in the top ten burgers I’ve had in my life. So what’s the deal?