I started with a Google search and a little reading and made a short list. I only had one hard rule – I wanted a Khmer (Cambodian) burger joint, not a Western or expat restaurant that served burgers. There are plenty of good U.S. or Australian joints with great burgers (Pickled Parrot on 104, Larry’s on 100, or FreeBird) but I wanted the local version of the American classic.
I was ready to go but waited patiently for him to put down 3 more free refills of Coke. “I so much hambugger me, I no can eat tomorrow!” he said with half a tomato hanging from his lip. With that cue to leave, we bowed goodbye to the staff at Mike’s and stumbled out into the Phnom Penh night, greeted by the dangerously mingled smells of car petrol and cigarette smoke.