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I ordered the steak tacos. The description sounded tasty. They were just average. Flavor really didn’t stick out. The hand cut french were the best thing we ordered. The iced tea was good. Tables seemed too close together. We were rubbing elbows with the couple next to us. The floor looks like it was undercoated. It’s dark black and, while it was probably clean, it was distracting. The rubber base molding needs replaced as it looks badly stained. The silverware is nice and heavy. I will probably go back, but I’ll order a burger and see how that is.
2nd Visit
We walked into the restaurant and it was about half full—which, honestly, is perfect. Enough people to know it’s not a health hazard, but not so many that we’d need to shout over a birthday party. There were big tables, little tables, and a bar area. They asked if we wanted a seat with “full bar service,” which sounded a little too Vegas for a Wednesday, so we said no and sat in the back.
There’s a window back there. You can see out of it, but there’s nothing particularly scenic unless you’re really into parking lots.
Our server? Fantastic. Friendly, fast, and genuinely seemed to care that we didn’t hate our lives. I got an iced tea, which was surprisingly great. I mean, it’s iced tea—but it had that “someone actually brewed this” taste, not the usual brown water from a syrup gun.
Then came the main event: I ordered the Korean burger with kimchi and added an egg on top. This thing was no joke—two patties, cheese, kimchi, and a fried egg oozing all over like a delicious landslide. Was it messy? Extremely. Did I regret it? Absolutely not. Napkin count: seven, minimum.
My wife ordered the fried chicken sandwich with fries, and she got some sort of mystery dip. It was white, ranch-adjacent, but with a flavor twist that said, “I’m not like other dips.” We don’t know what it was, but we’d both be willing to fight someone to get more of it.
Now, onto the not-so-delicious part: the cleanliness. The bathroom faucet looked like it had given up on life sometime in 2019, and the artificial sweetener container? Let’s just say it was dirty enough to have its own ecosystem. The walls may have been going for “industrial chic,” but landed closer to “we forgot to wipe them since opening day.”
And look—I’ve seen the inside of enough restaurant kitchens to know that if the bathroom looks like that, the back of house might be a full-blown biology experiment. Hopefully I’m wrong, because the food really was great.
Despite the questionable hygiene, I’ll probably be back. Next time I’ll just order something stronger to drink—preferably with enough alcohol content to kill 99.9% of germs, just in case.