Where To Find A Good Hamburger In Switzerland

It has taken me 3 years to find a good, grocery store pre-made hamburger patty. The kind of frozen hockey pucks that you can pull out of your freezer and in 10 minutes you have an instant summer grill party. Three years, but I finally I have what I want.

So what is wrong with 95% of all hamburgers in der Schweiz. The prime problem is they seem to be more often made of various forms of ground pork rather than beef, given the darn things a slightly strange flavor. Even those claiming to be rindfleish (beef) often just don't taste right to my American taste buds. The flavor of these things is a bit hard to explain, but if you've had one, and you are familar with the typical Amercian hamburger experience you probably can relate to what I am saying.

So this evening I was not to enthusiastic about the new burgers my wife had brought home from the local Denner supermarket. But what the heck, I thought I would give them a chance.

Would you believe the moment the the Findus brand all beef Farmburger from Denner hit the grill, I knew something was different. That smell, what was it, how do I place it. While my vegetarian friends won't like it, this burger just smelled right. It smelled like the smell of burning beef flesh, draining the juicy greasy goodness that is beef fat.

These burgers even grilled differently too. For the first time in 3 years, I was battling grill flame ups, as that wonderfully flavored fat dripped into the flames. I felt like letting out a primal grunt as I battled the infernal grill to ensure just the finest charing on my sacred meat. Ah, to be grilling in proper American fashion.

And finally the taste. As with all things claiming to be a 'taste of home' in this far off land the taste was close but not 100% right. But this was by far the closest I have gotten, and definately close enough to light up the grill and just dream for 10 minutes. Dream that I am in some huge expanse of a parking lot, carrying on the proper traditions of an American tailgate party. It's like NASCAR weekend at Richmond. Only this time there is no Tony Stewart, now hours of traffic jams, no hearing loss. Just me, my cooler, and a grilled, tasty, ever so savory hamburger. Mmmmmmmmm......