This burger is less about innovation and more about local stubbornness. The Juicy Lucy exists because someone in Minnesota decided that cheese belonged inside the patty, and no one argued because everyone here is eerily polite. It’s indulgent, messy as hell, and best eaten slowly with the understanding that molten cheese operates on its own timeline.
It’s a burger for backyard grills, paper plates, and people who know better than to overcomplicate a good thing. Just beef, heat, and tightening arterial walls. You'll want to double or triple this recipe.