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| - My boyfriend likes burgers...I don't. Not really. I don't eat red meat, usually, and plain old hamburgers remind me of my earnest (but kind of white trash) youth. Not hatin', just sayin'.
My boyfriend's boss raves about Original Hamburger Works, and my boyfriend had been there once before. Tonight, he insisted that we try it together. I was down...I like trying new things, and I have some kind of inchoate desire that I haven't really articulated, even to myself, to try every restaurant in a 10 mile radius of our apartment. I WILL become a minor, pompous authority on dining downtown. I will.
Parking is easy, and the outside is pleasantly run down. The inside is even more pleasantly run down...another page torn right out of the worn tome of my aforementioned childhood. It reminds me of the kind of joints my family used to frequent when I was a kid...a little bit dirty, a little bit smelly, a little bit full of people over the age of forty getting their bump and grind on.
Okay, we didn't sit in the bar area. I just...wasn't down with the hazy, purple-gray mist settled around it in the form of bad set jobs. I think some of them were knitting lambskin condoms. We opted instead for the regular dining area, which is still dirty and smelly but also conspicuously void of any geriatric sexual activity.
Everything in the restaurant is worn down, and not in a "faux aged" way...it's worn. It's chipped. Frayed. Tattered. Etcetera, ad nauseam. I see other Yelpers have been bothered by this detail. I myself was not. In fact...I kind of liked it. Just know that the other reviewers are for real - the place is a bit of a sty.
You walk up, place your order, they call your name, you pick it up, and then you load up your burger/sandwich (for sandwiches are present, too) with condiments at the generous condiment bar. I had the 1/3 pound Hawaiian burger, which is basically a burger with a canned pineapple ring slapped on top of it. The menu indicated that teriyaki sauce would be involved, but I don't think that actually happened. My boyfriend had The Great Big One, or something like that, which is just a regular old burger, but...Great Big. We also shared an order of Arizona Fries, which are startlingly similar to the fries belched out of any other greasy burger place, within Arizona's borders and beyond.
My boyfriend loves the burgers. He counts them among the best he has ever had. I liked it well enough, and I'm sure we'll visit again, but I wouldn't call it "among the best burgers I've ever had." Then again, I don't like burgers, so maybe you shouldn't take my word for it.
Something you can totally take my word for: the honey mustard? Yeah, it's not good. Don't even waste your time filling up a little plastic cup of it to dip your fries in. The ranch dressing, though, is worth pilfering.
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