When Smashburger opened up in this location my first thought was, "They must really have some b@lls to open up across the street from In-N-Out." My initial visit was pleasing. I think it's because I really did not finish the burger. I was all about the huge vanilla milkshake. Yum. The smashfries were not bad but the olive oil was a bit excessive, so much that it was dripping off the fries when I picked them up. Thank the stars for absorbent napkins.
The subsequent visit after that was a grilled cheese. Good, but come on, it's a grilled cheese ... And there was one more visit in between that where the dots began before they finally connected.
Now the important visit was my very last time. The reason I say last time is that we are probably never going to go to Smashburger again. The salt, oh my goodness, the salt. In the middle of noshing on my burger, I suddenly stopped and said, "I can't eat this, it's so salty." Then I remembered the time before, I had felt so bad after eating. Bing! Light bulb goes off. I don't enjoy high blood pressure. Verdict: No Smashbuger ever again.