Something about the minivan carseats at each table always gave me a cause for pause in front of Dangerous Dans. And not in a good way. The thought of butt-warmed velour upholstery didn't jive with the idea of a dribbling gut-busting carnivore fest, potentially smeared all over it. TMI?
I finally got over my OCD qualms this weekend and went with Hobo G. for burgers. I ordered the Kevorkian (because, how can you not) and Hobo G. ordered the mozzarella burger. The burgers were definitely tasty and for that, I give you a solid 2 stars. Sadly, my fried onions and mushrooms were barely touched by the griddle and I'm not a big fan of the almost raw toppings that just ended up falling to the wayside on my plate. The onion rings were cold, although I"m sure would have been excellent fresh out of the fryer. Fries were just okay...kind of flabby, good if you like smothering them with ketchup. Noticed the girl at the table beside me left an entire plate of poutine almost untouched...looked way too soggy.
The service was gruff. Avoid eye contact with the dude at the counter if possible. He yelled at us when he thought we were heading towards a table before it was cleared and told us they wouldn't clean it if we sat down . Whoa, dude. I was just moving out of the way, so that the people coming in wouldn't have to stand out in the cold.
Remain a purist and go for the burgers here, if you can get past the attitude.