Frugal Traveler: In Europe, a Few Coins for a Wealth of Culture

Lourdes Segade for The New York Times; Djamila Grossman for The New York Times; Jock Fistick for The New York Times

Left to right: outside a small performance space at Mercat de les Flors in Barcelona; Volkesbühne in Berlin; inside the Kaaitheater in Brussels.

I figured I might someday take an amibitious cultural jaunt through Europe, catching a classical concert at La Monnaie in Brussels, a musical off Las Ramblas in Barcelona, and cutting-edge dance performances in Berlin — all from the best seats in the house. I just imagined it would have wait until I retired as the Frugal Traveler columnist and retrained as, say, a plastic surgeon to the stars.

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Tending bar at the Madame Claude bar and performance space in Berlin.

In this job, experiencing European culture has typically meant going to museums, preferably on days when they are free. For performing arts I've settled for concerts-in-the-park, and waited in line for hours for a heavily discounted, obstructed-view nosebleed seat to Chekhov's "Three Sisters" at the Comédie-Française in Paris.

But it turns out that to gorge on performing arts in Europe, you don't have to book philharmonic tickets months in advance or ask the concierge to procure a last-minute box at the opera. Instead, you seek out the kind of performances that you (or starving artists you know) might see in your own city: alternative arts in settings not necessarily promoted at the tourist information booth and not always listed in your guidebook. In other words: Europe, Off Broadway style. Not only will this approach save you money — lots and lots, in fact — but it will also grant you access to an intimate, often quirky side of cities usually reserved for discerning residents and a smattering of traveling artists hooked into the local scene through friends and colleagues.

In May, I spent three long weekends in three cities — Barcelona, Berlin and Brussels — all of which are popular with tourists and have affordable and thriving arts options. I decided to see as many shows as I could, as long as they were all under 20 euros (a little over $25 at $1.28 to the euro).

My endeavor did require a certain amount of intrepid travel, though not the kind that involves eating ants or crossing rivers on makeshift rafts. Think, instead: combing through foreign-language listings using Google Translate and, inevitably, sitting through a dud performance or two. The payoff, though, was a dazzling and utterly diverse set of shows ranging from the nearly mainstream (but still cheap) to the over-the-top and provocative, all taken in amid crowds of local artists and art lovers — and very few tourists.

Barcelona

Not only is the cultural scene in Barcelona not particularly international, it's often not even Spanish. The city's emphasis on its Catalan heritage and language can make it feel the most insular, but can also be an advantage: those looking for an immersive experience need look no further.

"What Barcelona longs to be is a city of creativity and innovation, especially if you compare it with other cities in Spain," said Francesc Casadesús Calvo, the director of Mercat de les Flors, what a friend in town called "the temple of dance." "Catalans are not afraid of new ideas, and we love the sparks that provoke innovation."

Mercat de les Flors resembles not so much a temple as an airplane hangar inside a cathedral. The cavernous performance space is housed in a beautiful building constructed for the 1929 Barcelona International Exposition and later used as a flower market. The show I attended there was a four-part, 16.50-euro performance by IT Dansa, a company of dancers who come to Barcelona from around the world to study, now celebrating its 100th anniversary.

It was my first contemporary dance performance in years, so the notes I took were an exercise in clichés — "raw emotion," "lithe bodies," that sort of thing. But two pieces stood out: "In Memoriam," by the Belgian choreographer Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui, which featured mesmerizingly violent movements performed by dancers who appeared connected by string; it put Hollywood fight scenes to shame. And "Whim," by Alex Ekman, a Swede, was a raucous and hilarious ensemble free-for-all set to a soundtrack that ranged from Nina Simone's version of "My Baby Just Cares for Me" to Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" — not a musical selection I expected to find in Barcelona. Strangely enough for a dance performance, language was a slight barrier: the program was in Catalan.

The regional pride that pervades the city is perfectly understandable in an area with a fervent independence movement, but it can be a hurdle of sorts for tourists. After seeing a chamber choir performance of Catalan Baroque works at the smallest hall in the grand Palau de la Música Catalana (8 euros), I mentioned to a taxi driver in Spanish that I had enjoyed the concert but was sorry I couldn't understand what the director was telling the audience. "You were in the cradle of Catalan culture," he replied. "If he had spoken Spanish, people would have gotten up and left."

Seth Kugel is the Frugal Traveler columnist for the Times Travel section.

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Explorer: A Rinse and a Roll on a River in Nepal

I will admit that after 25 days of third world travel with my future in-laws, my motives for going off to paddle some difficult white water last year were complex. Yes, I've been a kayaker for a decade, and the Bhote Koshi River, which pours down the Tibetan Himalayas into Nepal — rated Class V during high water, but in winter "a classic Class III," according to one outfitter — appeared to be within my abilities.

Amrit Ale

There are rafting and kayaking trips available on the Bhote Koshi River, which pours down the Himalayas into Nepal.

But I was also a 41-year-old man who had lived alone most of my life, some of those years in wilderness. While the trek in Nepal with my fiancée and her sister and parents had been lovely, when they opted for a couple of days of sightseeing in a national park, I welcomed the idea of peeling off with one of the porters, who was also a river guide. Which is how he and I came to be standing between the river and the road at 8 a.m. one day in February, fog rising off the water, wearing wet suits and helmets and life jackets, flagging down a rickety local bus and hoisting plastic kayaks onto its roof.

A few hours earlier, we had arrived at a riverside restaurant at first light after two hours of winding roads from Katmandu in a shared taxi. We sat in the cold mist and ordered milk chai.

"Mark G, what will we eat?" Saroj asked. In Nepali, you add "gee" after someone's name as a sign of respect.

He wasn't asking for my order as much as my prediction. I said, "Chapatis and eggs?"

Saroj exchanged a volley of Nepalese with the waiter and then announced, "We will eat noodles."

Saroj and I had been hiking together for 19 days. He was from a village but had worked as a river guide for seven years and lived in Katmandu. Many Nepalese men appear to Americans as extremely polite, shy to the point of deferential, quick to smile. Saroj not so much. He wore shoulder-length hair tied in a knot, smoked cigarettes, spoke little and smiled slightly while bemusement flashed in his eyes. He spoke English in blunt declarative lines that could sound surly, all of which is to say he acted like almost every river guide I have ever known. When I had first asked him about guiding on the gentle rivers in India, his eyes lighted up. "Ah, very difficult to make Sikhs wear helmet on turban."

After our noodles we changed into river gear, and I climbed aboard the bus while Saroj rode on the roof minding the boats. We contoured along the steep flank of river canyon terraced for farm plots like a big green wedding cake. In the villages, brick structures clung to the hillside, smoke curling from stove chimneys, and schoolchildren in uniform raced to jump aboard. After half an hour, the driver stopped and ordered everyone off. Saroj lowered the kayaks and climbed down.

"Bandh," he said. It was early 2012, and the latest round of government price hikes on natural gas had sent Nepal into turmoil. Students shut down the highways in what is called a bandh — a cross between a protest rally and a sit-in. Gas lines in Katmandu wrapped around the block, and power outages crippled the city every day for six hours or more. Among the many plots to produce electricity was a proposal to dam the very river we were approaching.

"Now we walk," Saroj said.

We shouldered the heavy boats and trudged, paddles in hand, through the next village, where adults and children regarded us as spacemen. A blacksmith hammered metal in his shop. After a mile Saroj said, "We launch here," and we crossed a delta of cobble and garbage and lifted the boats over boulders to the river. The plan was to warm up on the easy section, then drive farther up the canyon to run the hard stuff in the morning.

The water was low, and the rapids were rocky but not fierce. Waterfalls poured down from the steep jungle off sheer rock walls. Unlike wild places in America, people actually live here: we paddled past stone homes jutting over the banks, and men swimming while carrying a rope across the current to haul felled trees. The rapids were choked with boulders, and Saroj and I snaked between them without so much as an Eskimo roll, which was fine with me: the water was cold and I had no dry-top with rubber gaskets on throat and wrist to keep warm and dry. Saroj lent me his own life jacket, and I ended up wearing a farmer-john wet suit, three layers of fleece and a windbreaker — warm enough as long as you didn't submerge.

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In Transit Blog: F.A.A. May Relax Restrictions on Electronic Devices on Planes

If you're reading this just as the flight attendants are making the "shut down your portable electronic devices" announcement, take heart. Soon you may not have to speed-read your final words before taking off. The F.A.A. is considering loosening its ban on portable electronic devices during takeoff and landing, Nick Bilton and Jad Mouawad report. That's right. You and your fellow passengers may be able to keep on texting and e-mailing and shopping and playing video games until you're above the clouds. A decision is expected in September.

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In Transit Blog: Tapping Artisanal Beers and Booze at Hotel Bars

Hotel restaurants have long poured private label wines. But with the rise of artisan distilling and craft brewing, bespoke selections are now the toast of hotel bars around the world.

In southern Brazil, Ponta dos Ganchos commissions three distinct blends of cachaca, aged two to eight years, from Adega Scherer distiller, available in caipirinhas as well as neat  at the beach resort.

In the United States, the Brown Palace Hotel and Spa in Denver recently teamed with local Wynkoop Brewing Company to create a series of cask beers using ingredients specific to the hotel, including honey produced from rooftop beehives.

The Fairmont Copley Plaza in Boston recently debuted its new Oak Long Bar Blend, a bourbon with notes of vanilla and port from small batch producer Angel's Envy, at its Oak Long Bar + Kitchen.

Perhaps most impressively, 10 years ago, in anticipation of its 25th anniversary this year, the Wauwinet on Nantucket Island bought a proprietary barrel of single-malt whiskey from the island's Triple Eight Distillery; it's now available as the resort's unique 10-year-old Woody 25. Guests can sample it at the Wauwinet bar or order a 750-milliliter bottle through room service for $250.

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A Quiet Drink: At Bar ‘21,’ Rubbing Elbows With History

Philip Greenberg for The New York Times

Bar "21," the less formal of the bars at the "21" Club on West 52nd Street, has Humphrey Bogart in its past and boneless chicken wings and sliders in its welcoming present.

One of the most prominent accounts of goings-on at the "21" Club bar in H. Peter Kriendler's book about that storied restaurant involves the novelist John O'Hara, who, he writes, "was bad at handling his liquor."

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The famous jockeys outside "21."

Philip Greenberg for The New York Times

Edward Kennelly mixes a Perfect Manhattan. 

Philip Greenberg for The New York Times

Bar "21" added the Beautiful Fool, a summer gin cocktail, to nod to the new movie version of "The Great Gatsby."

Philip Greenberg for The New York Times

The Southside cocktail has Tanqueray gin, lemon juice, muddled mint leaves and a little sugar.

Mr. Kriendler was an eyewitness, having spent more than 50 years at what was then the family business. (The title of his book is "'21': Every Day Was New Year's Eve.") He describes O'Hara picking fights with any number of customers — the New Yorker writer Brendan Gill, the actor Paul Douglas, a "distinguished neurologist" — and, on one occasion, O'Hara was seen "sprawled in a chair in the lounge, drunk and mumbling."

Based on my recent visits, there doesn't appear to be an O'Hara type in the Bar "21" these days, although there may still be a neurologist in the house.

It's a different era: boneless chicken wings, pizza and sliders are on the menu, accompaniments to first-rate cocktails that have long been a "21" hallmark.

The history of "21" can seem both intriguing and intimidating. Humphrey Bogart and Ernest Hemingway drank there; Robert Benchley quipped there.

The Frederic Remington paintings are still on the walls, but in 2013 there's nothing staid or stuffy about the place. Business casual is the rule in the bar (no jeans, no sneakers), and the room offers a grown-up brand of well-modulated liveliness.

In an age when so many of New York's best cocktail places can be found downtown, Bar "21" is the rare Midtown Manhattan drinking establishment that feels energized.

(A note: Bar "21" is not the Bar Room at "21." Bar "21" is the first space you come to when you walk in. Continuing on, you'll arrive at the Bar Room, the more famous, more formal of the two, with toys hanging from the ceiling and jackets required for men.)

The bartenders at Bar "21," who are friendly but not overly familiar, turn out excellent versions of the standards as well as cocktails of their own creation. The Perfect Manhattan on the "Classics" list is expertly balanced, made with WhistlePig rye from Vermont, bitters, and sweet and dry vermouth. (All cocktails on the menu are $15.) The Southside, a "21" invention, is made with Tanqueray gin, lemon juice, muddled mint leaves, a little sugar, a little soda. It's easy drinking, effervescent and just tart enough. Tara Wright, a bartender, keeps the Tanqueray and lemon theme going, following up with a really nice rendition of a Tom Collins.

The Iron Gate Old-Fashioned — substantial, worth savoring — includes Woodford bourbon and cherries soaked in brandy, and a vinegar-based gastrique that has orange, cherries and sugar in the mix.

The Beautiful Fool is a recent addition, a nod to the new movie version of "The Great Gatsby." It's a superb summer cocktail, composed of complementary ingredients: Greenhook gin made with juniper, cinnamon, camomile and elderflower; camomile syrup; St.-Germain elderflower liqueur; and grapefruit and lemon juices.

New drinks are "done as a team," the bartender Eddie Kennelly said. "It's kind of like a lot of head-bashing. You'll see something in the media like 'The Great Gatsby,' so you'll come up with a cocktail like the Beautiful Fool."

Mr. Kennelly is good with the bartender humor. After spelling his last name, he throws in: "Same as the esteemed senator from Connecticut."

This is a place, he said, where patrons tend to hang out.

"I've had people stay all day because they were having that much fun," Mr. Kennelly said.

Understandable. The martinis are as inviting as a lake at the end of a windless summer day.

How did this one, straight up with Ketel One and olives, get so smooth?

"Because I made it," Ms. Wright said.

We can go with that.

The particulars: Bar '21' and lounge. 21 W. 52nd St. Telephone: 212-582-7200. Website: www.21club.com. Hours: Monday-Saturday 4 p.m.-11 p.m. Friday-Saturday 4 p.m.-midnight. (Closing time may vary depending on the crowd.) Closed Sunday.

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In Transit Blog: Climbing Everest — On Your Phone

Though the numbers of those attempting to summit Mount Everest have reached levels alarming to some, the vast majority of us have had to make do with second-hand accounts. Now there's a high-tech virtual option: the new Mount Everest 3D app offers tours of the world's highest peak from any angle.

Designed for the iPhone, iPad and iPod Touch and available at iTunes, the free app from Germany-based 3D Reality Maps calls out various camps and glaciers as well as peaks and landmarks like the famed Hillary Step. An eight-day tour itinerary takes users on a virtual tour, from the Tenzing-Hillary Airport in Lukla, Nepal, to Everest Base Camp, the starting point for ascents via the southern route.

An upgraded pro version, for $5.99, incorporates a GPS function and downloads the 3D map for off-line access, though juggling a tablet while climbing is probably not recommended.

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Q&A: How Cynthia Rowley Packs for Trips

By Kassie Bracken, David Frank, Jason Drakeford and Kimberly Moy

Can't Go Without: Cynthia Rowley: The designer describes what she brings for adventures with her family.

The designer Cynthia Rowley travels so often with her husband and two young daughters that she has packing — particularly the quick, all-in-one-bag kind — down pat. "I have a checklist I keep at home," she said. It's inside her medicine closet along with toiletries, her family's passports and a wad of cash. "It's like I'm on the lam."

Even for her, though, a recent family trip to Kenya, Tanzania and Zanzibar required some extra planning and creative solutions.

Toward the trip's end, she said, everyone started borrowing clothing from one another. Her 14-year-old's top became a dress on her 8-year-old. Her husband's shirt became, with a belt, a dress on her 14-year-old.

"My husband usually gets the short end of the stick," Ms. Rowley said with a laugh.

Below are edited excerpts from a conversation with Ms. Rowley on packing tips for family trips. 

Q. What's on your packing checklist? 

A. Aside from clothing, snacks like granola bars, gum and mints for my daughters' ears on the plane, toiletries, pens, pencils — all in zip-locks. Reading material. An iPad with movies downloaded. Extra chargers. A laundry bag. A small bag rolled up, in case you buy something, so you can carry it home in that. And the weather report printed out for everyone.

Q. What clothing do you bring? 

A. The essentials: sneakers, heels, flip-flops, a hat, undies, a jacket. I always bring a big scarf, and for this trip I brought a couple of sturdy cotton scarves from Feed Projects. That's my travel must, a big scarf, because on the plane I wrap it around my eyes to sleep or use it as a pillow. It's a cover-up at the beach. I wear it as a skirt, put on a T-shirt, wrap a belt around it and go to dinner. It's very Peter Beard.

These little zip leather pouches from my collection or something similar is good for organizing your essentials. You can also use them for going out at night, as a clutch, so you don't have to pack one. We also have these metallic T-shirts. They're comfy, but still add a little polish. I don't bring any jewelry, so I pack a whole bunch in different colors.

For our trip to Africa, everyone kept saying, you have your khaki, right? I'm not going to look like Steve Irwin, I'd say, but I did add a little.

Q. How do you avoid packing too much? 

A. Everyone brings one carry-on. As a family we never check bags. It's just a hassle, and I like to hit the ground running.

I use this khaki Ghurka duffel I've had for years. My kids use rollers, which are easier for them to pull. Before anything goes in the suitcase, I lay everything out in little stacks. It's all there, so you can edit it. Then I put it all in at once.

Q. Do you bring anything special for your kids? 

A. For each big trip that we do, I buy journals, these little Pearl Paint ones that come in a pack, and markers and tape. My daughters can tape in things like exotic bird feathers, maps from the guides, pressed flowers or, like for this trip, a wildebeest hair. I write on the front their names, the date, the destination. The ones from Kenya and Tanzania are still circulating show-and-tell; eventually they'll go on their bookshelves with the others.

My husband always brings a book that he reads excerpts from to everyone at night. For this trip, he brought "Green Hills of Africa" — we try to be on theme. And I always bring a DK Eyewitness Travel guide. It's all photos and illustrated on really nice paper. Every night I use it to plan what we want to see the next day, and then I save it as a little souvenir, put it on the kids' bookshelves. It's a good old-school tradition.

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From Revolutionary Hotbed to Shoppers’ Haven in Lisbon

Campo de Ourique has a long history of exceptionalism. This uptown Lisbon neighborhood survived the earthquake of 1755 and went on to become a hotbed of revolutionary thinking that helped establish the Portuguese Republic in 1910. Today, it's a district that maintains a village-of-yore ambience with safe, tree-lined streets and a leafy park. While it has never been a tourist destination, that's changing thanks to an influx of younger residents and a vanguard of shopping and dining options.
— JEANINE BARONE

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Letters to the Editor

To the Editor: Regarding "When Little Ones Take a Bite of the Apple" (June 16): New York is a city of important museums of nearly every possible size and theme, but we must take issue with Pamela Paul's suggestion — even if it was meant lightheartedly — that families with young children should skip the Metropolitan Museum of Art because it's too large and daunting. "Getting lost" is one of the great pleasures of the Met, and along the way kids will find mummies, knights, secret rooms and all sorts of big surprises to delight them: a giant Greek column, African canoes, an Egyptian temple and El Anatsui's glittering curtain of bottle caps are just some of the things that stop them in their tracks. If you want help, there are special family greeters in red aprons at the entrances and education programs for all ages and interests; over 46,000 families each year enjoy activities from toddler story time to gallery hunts and family festivals. The result is a day of discovery, with time travel, heroes and a monumental scale that no video game can match. Certainly the millions of cherished copies of E. L. Konigsburg's "From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E.  Frankweiler" — the story of two children who run away from home and live at the Met — are proof alone of the Met's magic for kids.
— HAROLD HOLZER, New York
The writer is senior vice president for public affairs of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

To the Editor: MoMath, the new National Museum of Mathematics on the north side of Madison Square, is perfect. And it's near Shake Shack and Eataly. My kids love it!
— CARIN BARBANEL, New York

To the Editor: The American Museum of Natural History is a must. It can keep your children entertained for days — possibly weeks.
— DREW KONING, San Diego

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Heads Up: In Milan, a Surge of Burger Spots

On a crisp Sunday afternoon a few weeks ago, a steady stream of patrons milled about a space with red brick walls, waiting to pick up orders of towering burgers before nabbing wooden stools at the restaurant's perimeter. It was a scene that could have taken place in Brooklyn or Boise, especially given the huge American flag that hung near the doorway. But the restaurant, 202 Hamburger & Delicious, was on the Corso di Porta Ticinese, a shopping street in Milan.

It is just one of a spate of burger bars and restaurants that have popped up across this refined northern Italian city in recent years, fueled by a fascination with American comfort food and its implicit casualness — the antithesis of the lingering, multicourse traditional Italian meal. The most intriguing of these new spots use high-end ingredients that are distinctly Italian in provenance but have far-ranging results: burgers that are near facsimiles of the best across the Atlantic, some that are emphatically Italian-accented and others that touch on both cuisines.

"Milan is international compared to other Italian cities, and people are starting to move away from the classic Italian way of eating with courses like primo and secondo," said Tizzy Beck, who owns Tizzy's N.Y. Bar & Grill in the city. "They're also starting to realize that fast food doesn't have to be junk food if high-quality ingredients are used."

At the year-old 202 Hamburger & Delicious (Corso di Porta Ticinese, 6; 39-02-8366-0635; 202hamburger.com) it is not just the atmosphere but the luscious burgers that could pass for American — the result of a six-month tasting trip in New York City by its owners, Roberto Caramia and Ivan Totaro.

"We tried a different burger each day," Mr. Caramia said.

Beniamino Nespor and Eugenio Roncoroni, friends since they were teenagers, cooked in some of the world's top restaurant kitchens — Mr. Nespor at Restaurante Martín Berasategui in the Basque region of Spain, Mr. Roncoroni at Quince in San Francisco — before opening Al Mercato Ristorante & Burger Bar (Via Sant'Eufemia, 16; 39-02-8723-7167; al-mercato.it) in 2011. The two distinct concepts are at play on either side of a glassed-in kitchen. On one side, diners at Al Mercato Ristorante are treated to a more formal experience, with the option of a 10-course tasting menu. The meal is more casual at the Burger Bar, which offers patties made from Rossa Reggiana beef and other global street foods like a pork belly tostada.

"Eating a burger is fun and dirty," Mr. Nespor said. "It's not like sitting down for a traditional family meal for two and a half hours and getting uncomfortable."

Even large restaurant companies have become besotted with the burger. Gruppo Sebeto, a Neapolitan restaurant group known for its far-reaching pizza chain Rossopomodoro — which New Yorkers may know from its outpost in the Italian-food emporium Eataly — turned its sights on the hamburger with the 2011 opening of Ham Holy Burger (Via Palermo, 15; 39-02-875-510; hamholyburger.com).

"After so many years in the pizza world, we started searching for another 'food for all,' " said Franco Manna, a Gruppo Sebeto founder.

On a car-free Sunday in April, parents and their well-dressed children biked through the boutique-filled Brera neighborhood to the airy restaurant, where they customized their burgers made with Fassone beef from the Piedmont region. Toppings included Italian ingredients like the cured meat speck, smoked scamorza cheese and grilled radicchio. The concept appears to be thriving: the second Ham Holy Burger opened in May 2012 in Rome, and the third in Milan's Marghera neighborhood in November.

Before heading off to one of the raucous bars along the canals of the bustling Navigli neighborhood, young Milanese stop at Trita Tailor Made Burgers (Piazza XXIV Maggio, 6; no phone; trita.it). It's a bright counter-service spot founded in March 2012 by three friends: Riccardo Cortese, Federico Pinna and Alessandro Dalli. In addition to beef, the menu here includes Bufalo Campano, meat from buffaloes that are raised for 15 months. Through the kitchen window, cooks can be spotted cutting huge slabs of meat, running them through a grinder and shaping patties by hand.

Another group of investors plans to open Polpa, another burger spot, in the lively Porta Romana neighborhood later this summer.

A few blocks away, a hipster crowd congregates at Tizzy's, which opened in 2011 (Alzaia Naviglio Grande, 46; 39-02-5811-8227; tizzysbarandgrill.com). The flavorful patties are ground and blended by a mom-and-pop Italian butcher shop, said Ms. Beck, a New York native, but are accompanied by Americana — toppings like Cheddar cheese, desserts like banana splits and Brooklyn Brewery beer.

Already armed with an arsenal of favorite burgers in her hometown, including those at Shake Shack and at Little Owl, Ms. Beck did not have to make special burger research trips.

"I'm a New Yorker just doing what I know," she said.

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: June 19, 2013

An earlier version of this article described one of the types of meat served at Trita Tailor Made Burgers incorrectly. The Bufalo Campano is buffalo meat, not beef, and it is the buffaloes that are raised for 15 months; the meat is not aged 15 months.

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