Two patties. Zero fuss.

A flat-top and a tune-up shop

Hot Iron lives in an old auto tune-up shop on Chinden. The bay doors roll up in summer, the counter is made from the old workbench, and the flat-top is the hottest thing in the building.

We grind chuck every morning and roll it into three-ounce balls. They hit the iron, get pressed hard with a heavy smasher, and flip once. That crust is the reason we exist.