The place is being run by 3 bearded lumbersexuals in flannel and ball caps having the time of their lives and a chick in overalls and her hair in a bandanna who could not be more over it.
The sound is provided entirely by a neglected Technics 1200 that nobody knows how to adjust accept the barback that only works on Wednesdays and Fridays.
All the workers have forearm tattoos
At least 3 people are wearing beanies in the middle of summer
Bacon is $4 extra
The burger comes out on a bun drenched in butter and is so greasy/oily that halfway through it may as well have been served in a bowl
It’s also a dry pretzel bun
The biggest disappointment
Drinks are served in jars, and your fries, well, you get 8 fries in a rusty old can.
The place is being run by 3 bearded lumbersexuals in flannel and ball caps having the time of their lives and a chick in overalls and her hair in a bandanna who could not be more over it.
A guy is laying in the corner working on his MacBook wearing those brown Marshall headphones
Also the heat is cranked up uncomfortably high. The air is muggy. The whole place smells of onion.
The sound is provided entirely by a neglected Technics 1200 that nobody knows how to adjust accept the barback that only works on Wednesdays and Fridays.
At this point pretty much all BOH staff in any resto are packing tons of tats. Probably easier to count the ones who don’t
I hat that brushed butter bullshit. If you want a butter burger, it goes on the hamburger patty,