So, we walk up to the door. There’s a sign printed on a piece of paper that says to order before you sit down and claim a table appropriate to the size of your group. OK, Dad. I guess that’s what we’ll do. I order a burger, the way it comes, tater tots and a Bud. “No” the guys says and shakes his head at me. “No Anheuser Busch products.” Alright then, what do you have, jerk? The guy has pissed me off. He points at a chalk board on the other wall. Again, I think he’s a jerk.
In fact, the whole vibe of this place is pretty rude. The paper sign is unfriendly. The guy shaking his head at me and telling me what I can’t have is even more rude. Suddenly, it doesn’t matter if the burger is good or not. It’s funny that he bothered to ask if we were OK with a burger that was a little pink in the middle because it certainly wasn’t. This may be the only place on that side of town with a decent burger, but I hate places like this. I don’t spend $25 on beers, tater tots and burgers to have some self-important fool that works in a burger joint hand me a side of attitude.
The burger… it was OK. Started falling apart before I could finish it. The tater tots were really good. We should have split an order. There were a lot of tots. Nice and crispy. Too bad that was the only thing that was nice. Hub said that he liked the beer glasses.
I’m sure I’ve made my point. There are a lot of good burger joints in Dallas. I don’t need this. I can’t stand a place that acts like they’re doing you a favor to be open. It’s like being married to an old bastard. Sure, you’re married. But, I bet it isn’t any fun.