So the waiter comes to the table and asks if we've been there before. When we say no, he says, 'sorry for your loss.' Then he nearly breaks his arm patting himself on the back for the ohio raised beef. And hand dipped shakes. I couldn't give a shit where my burger lived before it got to me. Hand dipped shakes? Those are just words, they mean nothing to me. I order a burger with an egg on it. This idea was not invented at the rail, believe it or not. Supposed to be over easy, that means a runny yolk. Not so much. All in all, the burger was good. But a whopper is good too. Get over yourself rail.