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| - I believe Public Enemy said it best ... "Don't believe the hype it's a sequel!"
I am a big fan of the idea of transforming simple food into an extraordinary experience. So, as you can imagine, I came here for lunch mid-week expecting burger decathalon greatness. Unfortunately, I came away feeling like I just won a participation meh-dal.
I ordered the Samburger - applewood smoked bacon, american cheese, 1000 island ressing, medium. The burger was good, and it was cooked to specification, but it wasn't fist-pumping, smoke-the-tires-off-the-Camaro-at-the-Dairy Queen awesome. (Bear with me ... this is the drivel you get when you fall asleep on the couch and the 120 Minutes drifts into a Bon Jovi VH-1 marathon. Damn it, I am just a vessel!)
I ordered the sweet potato fries (which are sold separately from the burger ... yep that's the sound of another Abe Lincoln being kicked out of your wallet's precious orbit ...). They were a major disappointment. Between the sins of blandness and sloth, I will take sloth for $500, Alex.
Where Zinburger shines is the Creme Brulee shake. Get it. Down it. Then get into your Bon Jovi edition Camaro and go into a gut heavy coma in the 120 degree heat. Even without the Camaro, it's that awesome.
Service was okay, but all in all, Zinburger is over-priced and underwhelming. If going to Zinburger is a requirement to get your last Cub Scout badge then get your caloric splurge on one of their shakes and go to town. Otherwise, save your money.
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