The girl and I stopped in here when we were in town after seeing this place on Bourdain's episode of the American Southwest.
I didn't know what to expect, nor did I care. I just wanted to order the "Big Unit". A two foot hot dog that comes with it's own flashing siren and regal announcement of "Big Unit!!" from the waitress as it's brought out to you. The locals must be use to this, because I don't think they stirred a bit.
For something that I thought would be a novelty menu item, the Big Unit was actually a pretty tasty hot dog. It's all-beef, poking out between a sweet and tasty but not overwhelming bun. (HAH!) Add some simple cheese sauce to the top of it and you've got a meal and an afternoon's worth of snacking.
The ambiance? Big and clean. Nothing uniquely "rock star" about it, save the guitars and album covers neatly arranged on the wall and the service dolled up like Cooper in his heyday. But really, who cares? From what I could tell it's got good food, plenty of gigantic tv's, and waitresses who are more than happy to bring us tourists two feet of ballpark goodness.