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| - There must be a foodie-millennial term for trendy. What ever that term is, fill it on as a descriptor of this place.
I'm greeted by a youthful woman who introduces me to another who hands me a menu and we discuss the food items for a few minutes while standing in front of the order counter where I was introduced to Alex (another youthful woman) who took my order and pointed me to table 54 - I found it - after filling my own soda.
My server introduced herself. And asked if there is anything I needed -catchup. Before my server brought my catchup another youthful woman (not my server) delivered my order. Then came the catchup. Great!
While munching my burger, I amused myself by observing the activities of the staff. All twenty-ish. Lots of swagger, lots of acne. It's early, but there are at least three staff members for every customer and they are eagerly swaggering around trying very hard to maintain their hipster-ness (I guess).
I get that attitude is what sells these days and that if I have to ask the difference between a Kennebec potato and a, say, Russet ... well I don't deserve an answer. As we oldsters might say, "PULEEASE!"
Oh the food. Burger was yummmy. Juicy. Fresh. All as promised. Hand-cut Kennebec fries, well, tasted like fresh French fries. I liked the Mexican diet cola - not chemical tasting, refreshing.
I know that this is some sort of "chain" and I'm sure they have a formula ... if they're still in business at this location in a year, I might try it again.
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