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| - So it's deep-fried, and huge, but there's a house-made veggie burger here and you can get it any way that's on the menu without having to explain that no, you don't eat bacon.
Rad.
But the last time I ate here, I thought I was going to die twice - from delicious fried-food coma (which is absolutely impossible to avoid here) and then later, again, when my stomach was trying to beat some sense into me for having scarfed that much oil.
And since I usually pick wherever has the least TVs within view to sit, be it bar, hightop, booth, or table, walking into this maze of LCD flusters me and I stand there wide-eyed trying to settle on somewhere while the hostess's holding the menus and eyeballing me. I mean I've only been twice but it's happened both times. Like a deer in the ESPNlights. Baaa.
So ya - if you want to watch the game and scarf a seriously gut-busting burger, have ats. Beer selection is goodish, tho they seem to be struggling having their entire list ready to tap. Staff seems capable and somewhat nerdy, plus plus. Mixed sweet/regular tots, yay. Onion tangles, meh. Don't get the cheese fries if you don't like cheez whiz.
Do get the hungover cyclist if you're into spectacleburger - even if you aren't the food porn type you're gonna wanna take a picture. The most bizarre I've had thus far would have to be the cross country - complete mess flavor n texture-wise, but totally enjoyable.
The bikey theme gets totally lost in sports tchotchkey, for moi. Still, veg-friendly till the end! Yay!
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