
The burger: The no-frills patties coming off the charbroiler at Flameburger have restored my faith in the much-imitated but rarely improved-upon diner-style burger.
The namesake item at this 39-year-old Little Canada institution -- located down the street from another east metro icon, Hoggsbreath Bar -- is sold in quarter- and half-pound variations, and while the more modest of the two easily satisfies any standard-issue burger craving, the weightier version has the kind of sigh-inducing heft rarely elicited in a fast-food burger joint. In other words, "the Flame" is great, but the "Super Flame" is better.
Don't expect frills. I'm having a hard time picturing anyone in the kitchen folding duck fat, uncured bacon, 85-percent-butterfat French butter or any other chef-induced flavor booster into the patty's ground beef. Frankly, I'd be shocked to learn that this beef was seasoned with anything beyond a cursory shake of salt and pepper.
Instead, you'll get an obviously hand-formed beef patty ("Fresh, never frozen," said co-owner Adam Elazab) that's expertly cooked on that flame-shooting charbroiler until there's a barely pink but gently juicy interior and a gingerly charred exterior.
Garnishes continue along the ascetic route. A few vinegar-ey dill pickle chips insert a welcome acidic bite, and grilled onions (which could have been grilled a bit longer) hit the sweet spot right where it counts. Kudos to the crisp lettuce leaf, but the lifeless tomato slices did little more than add a dash of color.
Not that a cottony, flavorless tomato came as a surprise. After all, I was seated in a restaurant with its own ATM machine; in this hash (brown)-slinging venue, no one in their right mind would expect to encounter a big-old slice of a juicy, lovingly raised heirloom tomato. (But a guy can dream, can't he?).
But when it comes to the bun, there's no skimping. As it does for so many top-flight burger-makers, St. Agnes Baking Co. supplies the sesame seed-freckled bun, which gets a light toast on the flattop grill. Elazab described the technique as "steamed," with the buns placed over an onion slice. It's a clever touch, one I'm going to remember the next time I make a burger at home.
The add-ons don't stray too far afield. There's bacon, and it's fine. Cheese, however is a must, a gooey slice of American that injects all the right salt notes.