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| - What finally got me into Johnny Rockets was reading that they served a good chocolate malt. In a milkshake kind of world, the promise of a proper malt gets me right off the Sofa of Exhaustion and into the car like a sheepdog who just heard someone say "dog park."
Besides, if we liked Johnny Rockets, we could use that as an excuse to someday try a Royal Caribbean cruise. (RCL features the chain on their ships. So far we've only cruised Carnival... but they only serve milkshakes, so this could be a personal tipping point. Page Malcolm Gladwell.)
The Johnny Rockets at the Silverton casino is right on the edge of the casino floor, tucked into a corner with slot machines close to the two open sides. On our visit we witnessed the sad spectacle of a kid sitting bored in a chair at the edge of the JR "border," watching his dad play slots a few feet away.
(Sad not only because of this kid's grim situation, which lasted our entire meal, but because he was taking up the clean table-for-two we coveted. Hey, I never said I'm not selfish, We ended up avoiding several dirty tables, all of which were still dirty when we left despite the growing number of customers in the small room, and making do with an awkward two-top in the short corner. This table was situated with the theory that it fit in the space, but only if no one actually sat there.)
Our server was polite but busy. We waited for water until just before our food came, but it was obvious that he was overstretched, not only waiting on tables but making the drinks as well.
The malts were nice enough. Not very "malty," that Whoppers/Maltesers taste that sets the drink apart from a regular milkshake, but I'm easily pleased by any kind of chocolate drink. It was expensive compared to other fast food malts, though. I felt like we were paying more for the "'50's Maltshop Experience Right Out of a Box" brand than any real quality.
This couldn't be more true when it came to the burgers and fries. On the one hand, three-cheers for offering a vegetarian burger. On the other hand, it's a Boca burger. Blergh. With Boca, you either have to cook it with great care to get some flavour in there (didn't happen), or you have to hope for excellent toppings to mask the taste (didn't happen).
The food wasn't inedible, but it's the kind whose quality goes downhill quickly as it cools. The cheese congeals, you notice the fries are sort of mealy, and the burger tastes like one that cost much less.
Even now, as I look at the online menu, the idea of Johnny Rockets appeals. Burger, fries, and an excuse to grab a malt. Everything in the pictures looks both fun and good. (They pour your ketchup into happy faces!) The reality, though, is that this is just overpriced fast food with a strong theme. If this is authentic 1950s fare, please cancel my order for a time machine - we'll use those parts for a malt machine instead.
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