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Grease is the word--is
the word--is the word. It's hot, smooth, and it's steaming. All horrendous
Frankie Valli puns aside; this place is a hidden pit of deliciousness
wrapped in an opaque wax paper exterior. It's crowded and smoky, and
perpetually smells of bacon, but sit at the counter, grab a burger
and fries and sink into burger heaven. If you're looking for one of
those truffle and foi gras travesties (and a cook that doesn't drip
swear onto the grill), go somewhere with some class and am over-inflated
sense of itself. If you want an awesome burger that will bleed right
through the bun cooked right in front of you on a sizzling grill and
leave you wondering if ordering another would make you the worst pig
on the face of the planet, this is most definitely the time, the place
and the motion. [MF]
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