There's a new heart attack restaurant in town - it's called Five Guys Burger and Fries, originally from Washington DC.
We first noticed it being built when Nate went to open his new savings account - it's right next door to On Point Credit Union. Let's pray those On Pointer's have a good health insurance plan!
The decor is simple: bright red and white checker board, everywhere. You order at the counter and behind it is the kitchen, open and easy to see. There were far more that '5 guys' making food - more like 15. And it's loud, really loud. Loud rock music, shouting from cashier to cooks and cooks to customers when orders are up. Every so often the whole kitchen bellows in unison- we couldn't figure out why this was but I am sure a return trip of two will clear it right up.
The burgers are HUGE! Nate had a 'little burger' that had to be AT LEAST a 1/4 patty. My regular burger was easily a 1/2 lb. It was so huge and dripping with my condiment choices (of which I got to pick from a list of like 15 - this is Dave's kind of place!), I could barely fit it in my mouth. Ian got a gigantic hot dog that fortunately, was sliced in half. Hello, choking hazard!
All of the food comes in a grease stained brown paper bag, regardless of whether not you are taking it to go. The grease comes from the easily double portion of fries dumped into the bag on top of the already overflowing Styrofoam cup. Oh, and the peanuts. I forgot to mention the peanuts. This was probably the boys favorite part - they have huge cases of whole peanuts that you can shell, eat and sweep to the floor. Nate and Ian probably enjoyed dancing on top of the shells more than anything.
After my arteries recover, we'll go back again.
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