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| - Okay, so maybe it's against the law to have wine with a burger, but I don't usually follow the rules. I had no choice here, where it's beer first, last and always. Or a milkshake, which I haven't had since 1983 (so how come I'm not skinny?) I would have preferred a Riesling, and even would have settled for a lowly white zinfandel. Ix-nay on either. Strike One for my first visit here.
So I won't drink, and I'll have coffee instead. "Yes, it's fresh," the waitress answered. "Ah, but do you have milk for it." "No, just cream." (See 1983 above). Strike Two.
Strike Three came close to happening. I ordered the mushroom and cheddar burger with a salad on the side. I was about to throw in the towel after the waitress said the dressing was a lemon vinaigrette, which I'd love to love, but most vinaigrettes are too tangy for my delicate Princess mouth. She saved the day by offering to let me have ranch, and I got the feeling she was doing me a favor because of the first two strikes. Oh, she was very pleasant about it, but I just sensed this wasn't in the script.
The burger was excellent, but almost rare, instead of the medium I ordered. I like rare hamburgers, but the Food Police tell me not to eat them. It didn't have a lot of the cheddar, which was fine with me, and the mushrooms were fresh and plentiful. My husband had the same thing, and enjoyed his. One friend ordered the turkey burger, and the other had the ahi tuna. They loved them both. We also shared a basket of the sweet potato fries, not usually high on my list, but these were delicious and not greasy or oversalted.
Would I go back? Probably, as long as I remember to bring my hip flask.
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