Have to give them props for a catchy name.
It’s a big step up from regular fastfood burgers but this is one of those places where they have yet to learn the value of customer comfort and the concept of personal space. They only have three branches in the city and the closest one to where I was going was just the right size of walk-in closet.
I sat by the wall on a stool that could barely hold one of my butt cheeks, with a table that served a better purpose as a cat shelf. A very small cat shelf. The tastiest burger I’ve found in the country is still here at Burger Bar, so until I can find a better one I’ll have to contend with eating gulag-style.