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| - I was actually in the mood for something less-burgerish when I happened upon this lime-green monster in Kensington. "Craft. Fat. Burger," I remember reading out loud. What the mustard? Despite my better instincts, I strolled in.
This relatively large diner probably seats about thirty. The bottom half of the walls are deep ketchup red, and everything from your chest up is a bright mustard yellow giving you the feeling that you're submerged in a vat of condiments. Lavatories, as always, are in the basement, and you need a key.
I was excited by the advertised Grand Opening special: $5.50 for a classic burger, fries and a drink -- but I wanted a veggie burger and it wasn't covered by the plan. Not only did it cost a bit more, the veg was pretty small, kind of dry, and unlovable. It might have been helped by the wackload of extra sauces or toppings they have available but they cost extra ($1) and I was already jonesing a cheap bite. With Burger Bar only a few doors down, this place will have to be slightly cheaper or slightly tastier to justify its existence.
Obligatory Title Pun: Craft. Fat. Burger. (I got nothing.)
Menu Readability: Written in chalk by someone who clearly hates chalk.
Need to mention: There was a dude in here wearing white pants and a jean jacket.
What this place teaches me about myself: I'd rather not be submerged in a vat of condiments.
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