It's a burger place. Burgers are made using "prime beef" and fresh fixin's, house sauce, fried sides... typical burger joint fare, but in an upscale mode, complete with a well-stocked bar and a Coke Freestyle soda fountain machine. Being right across from the Rave cinemas, they also offer a meal/ticket deal and cosmopolitan view of an outdoor mall street, and on nice days, they can open the window walls and turn the whole venue into a sidewalk cafe. Very cool.
But on a recent evening just before the dinner rush, I was subjected to the most grease-laden batch of french fried onion rings I've ever had in my life. After a mere five bites, I had already soaked one napkin and was working on a second.
The burger was juicy (or was it greasy?) and flavorful; the pickles, tomatoes and lettuce were crisp, and the house sauce was slightly tangy and slightly sweet at the same time, nicely complementing the melted cheddar draped over the meat patty -- an overall good burger.
But the onion rings! Those on the top were hot, crisp, and obviously freshly cut, freshly battered, and freshly fried. But I didn't dare put my sandwich down as the grease on the bottom of the basket would have literally dissolved the burger's bottom bun. By the time I had picked the driest rings off the top of the ample stack, the remaining half-inch of rings were literally drowning in a puddle of so much oil that I half expected to find a BP logo on the side of the basket I had to quit at half-way through.
And I paid for my perfidy for the next several hours. I'm not usually sensitive to greasy foods, but these pushed me over the edge. Hence, my personal trip to Iowa.
I might try them again, but I'll avoid the fried sides.
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