In the latter decades of the 19th
century and into the 20th, European immigrants to the New World most
often traveled to American ports on ships of the Hamburg-American Lines, the
premier German transportation giant of the day. On board they were probably
introduced to meat meals consisting of beef which had been “processed” by
smoking and salting to achieve a longer shelf life. On board it would be
machine-chopped before preparation and serving and presented as “Hamburg Steak”.
Since most passengers had debarked from Hamburg – many of them German
themselves -- this was an entirely friendly bit of advertising. New York City restaurants were quick to catch
on and the label found a home.
While it is a fact that pieces of
meat of one kind or another clamped between two pieces of bread have been
around for a long time, even as far back as Roman times, the “Hamburger” as
conjured up in the mind of any “millennial” hearing the term today within the
shadow of an overhead Yellow Arch is quite another matter. It was Edgar Waldo
Ingram who saw a future in a sandwich built around a wedge of prepared chopped
meat and onions deployed between two halves of a roll baked for the purpose and
served with appropriate additions when he founded his White Castle restaurant chain in 1921. The first square meat and accompanying
pickle combo were called “sliders” and sold for a nickel each.
Ingram knew that the American public
held a healthy distrust of chopped
meat at the time and so designed his restaurants around gleaming white tiles
and shiny metal to emphasis the concept of cleanliness and purity. (As a young
boy on an errand to buy a pound or two of chopped meat from the butcher shop I
was always cautioned to watch as Mr. Schuster pushed pieces of nice fresh red
meat through the grinding machine. Pre-packaged meat would never have made the
grade even in the 1930s.)
White
Castle outlets opened up in the mid-west and in the middle-Atlantic states
proving “Billy” Ingram’s business acumen and introducing both the nickname hamburger and the concept of processed
foods. Unlike the McDonald brothers who came along in the 1940s and who adopted
the idea of selling franchises to individual operators (and endured a slow
start) the White Castle operation remained family-owned-and-operated as it is
today.
My first hamburger sandwich took
shape before my wondering eyes at a roadside restaurant in New Jersey when I
was about 5 years old and I remember it to this day – especially the huge slice
of onion floating on the bed of ketchup! At the same time I cannot recall ever
seeing hamburgers made or eaten in a family setting in a home until after WWII
and the arrival of the backyard charcoal grill. I have queried some of my contemporaries
who agree. Our mothers used a lot of chopped meat or hamburger
at
home in many dishes, from meatloaf to various casserole inventions, even as individual hamburger patties and of course,
meatballs; but not between buns as a true “hamburger.”
I was reminded of all this a few
weeks ago as my wife and I sat down at a newly-opened brewery pub at our
favorite ocean-front getaway spot in coastal Oregon. I had come to test the
veracity of the rave reviews of world class hamburgers I had overheard around
town. After all, how much can one expect from a lowly hamburger? After not one,
but two visits to sample and resample the exact same menu item – the Pelican Backyard Barbecue Burger – I had
no choice but to hunt down the head chef for a long talk.
I
found that beginning with free-range grass-fed beef raised to their
specifications, and lofty croissant buns large enough to accommodate the
multi-level interior: meat patty, tomato, arugula, a stack of crispy onion
swirls, they added a flavor-rich jam exuding
wisps of smoked bacon and one of the pub’s finest malty products, a dark stout
called Tsunami.
Among all the attractions which draw
us to this particular corner of the Pacific Northwest each year, I can now add
one of the most bodacious burgers I have ever bitten into!
Sumptuous, succulent and layered with
contrasting flavors, this one is a burger-champion.
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