Stopped by this place on a cold snowy wintry night. Their menu served chili, and fried chicken or something, as well as burgers. If Stephen King's Christine Car was hungry, it would come here. A dude comes flying out the door, throws me a menu, and tells me to turn on my lights when I'm ready to order. I was late for a movie, so I flashed my lights immediately. What do you recommend? Dude says...Tonight's special. Burger, fries, and drink. Gotcha...do it up! Burger comes, and he tells me to roll down the f'in window for the tray of food as the snow storm picks up and buries my burger. What the hell are these instructions? Screw that...let's do it Texas style, throw everything in the passenger seat and eat what doesn't fall on the floor. The burger...what is up with the special sauce?!! Now I understand what sets Ohio burgers apart from the rest of the world. Good thing France is far from Ohio...they would steal this recipe. Highly Texas recommended!