There are some places that live rent-free in my husband’s head. Le Smash is one of them. He’s been banging on about this place for ages, and finally, I tagged along.
What I knew about Le Smash before I went
Obviously, their TikTok account and their Instagram reels. For burger slinging heroes, they seem to be super professional social media wizards too. So I had a pretty good idea of what I was in for. And at the same time, nothing could have prepared me for the charming chaos that is Le Smash.
From TikTok to table: Organised chaos
The first sign that we were onto a winner? The queue. Out the door, snaking along the pavement, people buzzing with anticipation. Always a good omen. But before I could even start drafting a heartfelt goodbye to my evening, something miraculous happened: the queue vanished. Not slowly. Not gradually. It just… disappeared. Orders were flying out at such a pace that I half expected to see a trail of smoke behind the kitchen staff.
Le Smash runs like a well-oiled machine. You order on a screen – no faffing, no waiting for someone to take your order – and then you watch. It’s a marvel of efficiency. It took no time at all for our burgers to appear, wrapped in paper and glowing with the promise of something glorious.
Smash burger supremacy
And the burgers? Absolute top-tier smash burgers. If you know, you know. That golden balance between juicy and crispy, where the lacy, craggy edges of the patty crunch ever so slightly before giving way to rich, meaty goodness. We went for the bacon option (because obviously), and it was the right choice. But let’s be real – this burger would still slap even without it.
The cheese? The ideal melt. The bun? Soft but sturdy enough to hold everything together without falling apart like my self-restraint in a bakery. The patty? A masterclass in flavour containment – none of that tragic juice runoff that leaves your fingers slick and your dignity in question.
And then there were the fries. Oh, the fries. We went for the cheese fries, which, be warned, could double as a meal on their own. That sauce? Thick. Velvety. House-made, and you can taste the love. Each bite was a dangerously addictive combination of crispy potato and cheesy decadence. Top marks.
Seating strategy and community etiquette
The one unpredictable element in this whole experience? Seating. Le Smash is small, and it operates on a first-come, first-sit basis. Tables appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. My advice? Stay sharp. Channel your inner hawk. The moment someone so much as twitches in their seat, be ready to swoop.
One last thing: if you eat here, for the love of all things sacred, clean up after yourself. This place is a whirlwind of burger-making brilliance, and the staff are too busy churning out perfection to be clearing tables every five minutes. Most people get it—there’s a real sense of community here, with diners even tidying up neighbouring tables. But if you’re the person who just abandons their tray? Shame. Shame!
What’s the verdict?
Bottom line? If you love a good smash burger, Le Smash is non-negotiable. Get in line, grab a seat if you’re lucky, and prepare to be converted.
You can visit Le Smash at Govert Flinckstraat 122-h.
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