Murph L.
Yelp
After living in the area basically forever, we finally stopped into this "local legend" of a restaurant, the same place so proud of their hotdog that they literally mounted it on the roof like a culinary beacon of hope. We love a good hole in the wall, so we walked in excited and ready to find hidden treasure, but instead were greeted with food so underwhelming we questioned reality. We noticed chicken livers listed, my boyfriend's favorite, so we ordered a ridiculous amount of food to sample everything: livers with onions and "gravy" (which was really just flour water), a strange burger illusion that turned out to be folded gray meat on a bun, an actual burger that tasted like a McDonald's single that had given up on life, and of course, the famous roof-worthy hotdogs. Those hotdogs... whew. They were floppy, wet, cold, flavorless, and deeply sad. The chili tasted like it had somewhere else to be, the slaw was fine, and somehow even the onions had no flavor, an accomplishment in itself. We left wondering if we had actually eaten or just consumed warm, food-shaped disappointment; it was like having COVID and losing your sense of taste all over again. Maybe we just caught them on an off day, but wow, what a day to pick. As my boyfriend put it, "Well, it'll make a turd," and boy did that gray mass of meat rise to the occasion. On a positive note, the ice, the ranch dressing, and our waitress were absolutely fantastic, so credit where credit is due.
P.S. Please, for the love of all things edible, take that hotdog off the roof.