1) The Name.
Me padre is a lovely man. After all, the guy wooed his wife with a classical guitar concert and is a man of God. Still, no one wants to go to a restaurant with a name that recalls the austere parental figure, especially if the gent actually capitalized his office.
2) The bouncer, the crowd, the barkeeps
No bouncer should be liked. A bouncer at a burger should be hated.
Any crowd that’s willing to accept 3) over and over, is stupid. Three times is the charm, three times is also a company. After visiting F.O. 3 times in recent memory, I will never ever return again. Let the Sony studio PAs continue to contribute to this farce, there are far better environs in which to enjoy a mucked burger. And the barkeep? That won’t let you take a picture? Hey, a big Eff you, yah? Cuz you know? Below this crotchety non-paragraph, are pictures, muy (sorry, I’m writing this from a Spanish-speaking country) pictures, of the burger. The infamous burger. And the not-so-nice barkeepette that demanded to have her “personal space” in front of the register? Wow, you’re a B***H! These saps are just trying to order a beer, ya know? I mean, they’re crowding the front of your register after consuming their hard-earned cerveza? Isn’t that the purpose of a bar? In front of which to drink that beer?
3) The burger.
1) is uber trivial, I know. But 3), not so much. As much as @Virbilasucks dislikes S. Irene, some of Virbila’ tasting notes must be heeded. The FO burger is too sweet. Further, the onion is caramelized & it tastes like a pile of cooked veg soaked in azucar doused red wine reduction. As much as Sang Yoon wants to be the burger Mussonili, some things are certain, a burger shouldn’t be sugary by design. And if the design is a de factor failure, the eaters of said severely screwed up dry-aged ground beef should be allowed to alter said shit design.
Don’t read too much into 3). This is a fine burger foundation, and without the mis-shapen, unsupportive bun, the overpowering cheese and the subtlety-annihilating onion, this would be a better burger.
5) The beer menu.
Or lack of prices on the beer menu. It’s presumptuous to not list the $6 tag anywhere. Of course one may ask, but the Culver City types with the wallet abyss won’t, because they should know. After all, they are “regulars”.
6) The prices.
How much is that basket of sweet potato fries? Unfortunately the number following the dollar sign is not a joke. And you can’t sub out the fries in the burger combo? Why? Because “chef” Yoon wants to rape your wallet a new a**hole.
The only salvation of that evening was the serendipitous visit to CRAFT BAR, the favoritest (not a word, I know) dessert “bar” of ours truly after every unfulfilling meal.
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