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| - Alright, I'll admit it. I'm a whore for hamburgers.
With that in mind, I checked out Stockyards, as one of the first eateries in my attempt to explore the city.
When my girlfriend and I walked in, I wasn't sure what to expect. It was a tad crowded (early evening on a weekday), and we weren't even sure if we'd get to sit. Luckily, somebody finished and left fairly quick. Score!
Another thing is that there's probably more flash in the worst fast food joint you can think of. This place is pretty much just countertop and stools. I'm not one to get all wet based on atmosphere, but I suppose it bears mentioning.
That's the only negative you'll find in this review. The ladies serving were probably the nicest and funniest servers I've ever had. Not invasive at all, and never failed to pop up as soon as you needed them.
My girl had the grilled cheese with mushrooms, and I had the burger (natch!). Hands down, the best burger I've ever had in my life. My hat goes off to the cooks. The fries were probably the best I've ever had as well. The only problem was that once my girl sampled my burger, and I sampled the grilled cheese, it was a debate-and-a-half for both of us, as to whether or not to give the food back to the other! Amazing grilled cheese!
I'm so surprised I haven't made time to go back yet, but I definitely will! The only reason why I didn't 5-star this is because I could imagine the crowding to be a problem on busier days/weekends.
Seriously, eat there, and enjoy the Burgasm that you'll be having.
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