
The Scarpetta folks opened up a smashburger place a few doors down the street, and it's pretty good (50 Amoy Street). The beef patties above were nicely charred for both texture and taste, and yet they were still juicy and accentuated with a mildly spicy yet rich mayo. The fries still carried a decent potato taste despite my initial apprehension about them being crispy shoestrings that were borderline dry.
The venue is just a sliver of a shophouse with maybe only ten bar stools. Miss out on one of those, and you're standing at the counter or leaning against the padded wall. This isn't somewhere to have big group conversations; loud hip-hop blares overhead and your clothes come out smelling like grease. But that's what made it fun. It is actually what I thought New York's Burger Joint would be like, but this was better.










