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| - In our culture "you killed it" normally means a good thing. Not so for Burger Palace...
In 2002 (when I moved here the first time) Burger Palace was one of the Top 5 Burger Spots in Las Vegas (I believe it was the RJ that voted them there). This has changed. I noticed there were no reviews for this once hidden gem in almost 6 months so I figured I would swing by and give them a try.
Upon entering my first thoughts were 'nothing has changed'. This is still a dingy little cafeteria style diner with sports themed graphics on the wall consistent with a child's bedroom. The tables are still a throwback to the 60's, but the more I think about it I doubt they are 'thrown back', more likely originals that need a remodel.
I ordered the BurgerPalace combo... A hamburger, fries and a coke for the wallet strangling price of $9.14, tax included. While the woman working the counter didn't flip me off or, to my knowledge, call me names in her native tongue, she wasn't exactly friendly either.
Nearly 20 minutes later I hear a thundering voice consistent with God over a loudspeaker "Number 14". Startled, I glance around and note that I am THE ONLY ONE IN THE RESTAURANT. Apparently there is still a need for the microphone to avoid any potential mix ups on who's food is ready.
The hamburger- Having killed numerous cows on the grill in my backyard, I instantly recognized the secret recipe of this masterpiece destined for a landfill: Low quality/high fat beef, salt, waayyy too much pepper. At the first bite I knew my options were many for this hamburger not limited to paperweight, hockey puck, hammer, etc. This certainly was not food, however. I truly believe that this poor burger was on the grill the entire 20 minutes I was waiting. 8 minutes would have been enough.
French fries- While they had a golden appearance, they were definitely overcooked as well. Upon biting into them, they almost snapped, oozing out the trapped grease, leaving me with an insatiable desire to immediately brush my teeth. Game over.
Coke- Hard to screw that one up.
I ended up taking 2 bites of each item on my plate and exiting with my Coke. My next stop was In-N-Out on Trop to help rid the memories of this experience. My advice: Do not eat here!
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