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| - Wow. Are you kidding? Is the first thing I see when I sit down, before I look at a menu or even order a drink, really going to be a two page list of "rules"? That doesn't exactly scream "welcome!" It was also the first time my friend and I had been here, so we were treated to the whole rundown. And when I say "treated" I mean we got a lecture. Remember the narrator from the Micro Machine commercials back in the day? The guy that was like a coked out auctioneer? That's what our server sounded like and it STILL felt like it took him forever to get through the whole spiel. At this point I'm stressed out and we haven't even been here for five minutes.
Not to harp on this whole "rule" thing, but ending the list with "and if you're squinting your eyes after reading this maybe you're too uptight" is pretty classless. It doesn't come across as funny or witty; it just makes you sound like kind of a jerk. You have a TWO PAGE LIST OF RULES for your BURGER joint...I think you might be confused as to which of us is the uptight one. I'm not one of those "I'm the customer so I should get whatever I want" people, far from it, but seriously, this is too far in the other direction. If the high school kid at Burger King can pull off customizing a burger, I'm pretty sure someone with Michael Symon's credentials can. I'm not a chef, nor do I have what I'd call a "refined palette," so maybe my problem is that I just don't buy into the pretentious burgers-as-art-form idea.
Which brings us to the food. Once we were properly informed of our rights and the boundaries within which we were allowed to order, my friend got the Thin Lizzy burger and I ended up getting a chilli-cheese brat. Everything is separate, meaning the burger is just a burger and if you want chips or fries you have to order them separately. My friend's burger was $8. The chips were $5. Neither were anywhere near worth that price. The burger itself was halfway between the size of a slider and a regular sized burger, and the chips, while plentiful, were kind of soggy and not something that should have a $5 price tag. For my part, the brat was just mediocre at best. Not bad, but not impressive either.
To be fair, it wasn't all bad. The beer selection, both draft and bottles, was great. We were there on a Tuesday night and they had the beer I wanted still on draft, so I can't speak to whether or not they run out, but just going by what's on the menu it's an impressive selection. And our server Brandon was fantastic. Intro spiel aside, he was friendly and did a great job. This review shouldn't be taken as a dig against this specific location.
Here's the thing - I avoid hype like the plague. It's not fair to the restaurant or to the customer to set people up with super high, often unrealistic expectations. When someone raves and raves about a restaurant I always take it with a grain of salt. Before coming here all I knew about B Spot was: 1) it's a burger place, 2) Michael Symon was involved, and 3) my friend told me it had a good beer selection. That was it. My expectations were pretty much non-existent and this place still left me with an overwhelming desire to leave as quickly as possible and never come back.
It's just my personal preference, but anytime I want a good burger I'll be sticking with Beer Engine or Fat Heads (this place makes Fat Head's ridiculous "potato rule" seem tame by comparison). Both of them are cheaper, just as good, have a better beer selection, and are places that you could actually just eat, drink, and relax with friends. If you really want to eat at a Symon restaurant, stick with Lolita. This place is to be avoided.
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