The best part of this burger was discovering a part of Omaha I never knew existed. Vinton Street felt like traveling to another city. It was a Saturday afternoon when we went for our burger treat. I think it could be sketchy at night. Not just because of the drug addled string bean we saw staggering down the street wearing a shirt that read "$5 Foot Long" with a down arrow. I'm pretty sure I could have bought it off his back for the price on the shirt (or less).
As for the burgers -- I ordered the Blue Cheese Burger, medium rare, with all the toppings. The burger was ginormous (I'm not sure who needs a slab of meat that size, but whatever), but it was overcooked (a common complaint from what I could find online). The lettuce and tomato were completely tasteless -- unfortunate and unnecessary considering we were smack dab in the middle of tomato season. The burger made me feel sick the rest of the day. I guess I'd call that burger lust -- something that barely feels good for an instant and then makes you feel like dirt for far longer. I couldn't even finish half of it. I'm also not a big fan of burgers served in baskets -- it reminds me of Thursday Burger Night when I worked at Pitchers. Yuck. The fries were so-so -- also pretty tasteless.
On the bright side, the service was great and the atmosphere was old school and pretty nice. If you were up for a greasy spoon breakfast, I bet that'd be the place to go. I wouldn't go back for the burgers, though.
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