Hippies scare me. So in my preparation to go to this place I ordered Xanax from an on-line Canadian pharmacy, which I have been taking for three days now. Bought a tazer from Spy Headquarters in case one of them tries to hold me down and pours patchouli oil on me. The fifth of gin that I slammed in the parking lot really helped with that last bit of extra courage that I needed to partake my journey into hippie-land.
It was all for nothing. No hippies around, just a teenager behind the counter. This place is tiny and the counters are about at mouth level. I don't know how anyone under 7'6" could easily eat off of them.
Anyways for $5 flat, you get a kick ass burger, a school lunch bag half full of well seasoned skin-on fries, and a can of soda. It's true that the fries could have been a bit more crispy but they tasted so good I got over it real quick.
I'd be afraid to ask what the special ingredient is because they might say "it's organic, don't panic".
Jerry's dead, but this place lives on. Thanks hippies!