Well it's an airport joint so I didn't expect much and on that score, Whisky River delivers. Just terrible airport food and short pours. The bland, overcooked burger was bathed in "guac" that I suspect had been stored for a month in a 55-gallon barrel that was previously used to hold stale oil or unfortunate gangster corpses, along with a generous dump of a some indiscernible "chipotle" sauce (which I suspect has less to do with chipotle peppers and perhaps more to do with the contents of the mop bucket after a Chipotle restaurant's late night cleanup. It all came delivered on a Wonder bun and came with a side of tasteless, anemic fries.
I admit that I get sucked in by anything that has "whisky" or "whiskey" in the name, suspecting that I can at least get a tasty libation. But either the bartender is missing a finger or they have children pouring at the bar. A single is also known as "one finger", principally because you measure it according to the thickness of, well, a real finger. But if you're digitally impaired, I guess you have to wing it.
This place just totally sucks.