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| - Apache's has been an institution in my life for many years. My uncle and aunt and I think even my dad (if you knew my dad, you would get the "even"-- he doesn't do burger joints) have all sang its praises since I can remember.
Being located near the West-most point on the subway line, and me being located much farther from the subway line, it was always a symbolic landmark, a midway point between city and suburb. And since it was open until just after the subway closed, an exciting late night trip back from "downtown!!" for a concert or what have you (usually a concert), would involve a stop here.
These days, taking the opposite journey (for a visit home to the suburbs), I still regularly partake in the glory of their burgers when my mom fetches me from the subway station. They are of the thinner, fast food joint school of burgers, as opposed to the thicker, more homemade-tasting chunky school of burgers (think: how Lick's used to make them...then, think of the opposite). Please note that I equally love both kinds of burgers.
Everything is priced separately, sadly no combos to speak of, so it's a bit more expensive to get the burger, side, and a drink than some other places. The service can be somewhat surly, but also nice when it matters so I know they like me anyway. The onion rings are particularly good, and were the first onion rings to convince me that they were worth choosing (which they SO are), or at least sacrificing half of your fries for.
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