Big Roy and I walked in and were immediately flummoxed by the lack of space (editors note: big men get nervous in confined spaces). To say that The Burger Patti is tiny is an insult to tiny, cause tiny is bigger than this. Here is the (total) seating area. BTW the picture is not blurry, that guy was actually a blurry person.
The counter where you order is at most 4 feet from the front door. Notice the drink machine precariously perched on the counter?
And this is what you see directly behind the order counter. Not pretty.
I was pleasantly surprised to see actual potatoes back there, though. Let's hope he knows how to cook em.
Big Roy and I ordered the standard burger/fries/drink combo, but when I asked for an extra order of fries for evaluation the little chippy behind the counter smirked.
CHIPPY: The combo comes with fries.
GIBBY: I know. I want an extra order of fries.
CHIPPY: That's a lot of fries...I mean...you probably aren't going to be able to finish them.
GIBBY: Huh huh......Ha Ha....HA HA....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...*Cough *Cough
*Chippy starts backing away scared
BIG ROY: Pardon my friend. He's been on extended bivouac with the 463rd battalion regiment foxtrot company and hasn't had anything but MREs for 6 months. He's extremely hungry.
15 mintues later, we got this. The salt shaker is to show scale. Too many fries to count, but a good amount for the $1.95 they cost.
Freshly fried, skin-on fries that seemed to be double cooked. Perfect.
I'd like to note that the amount of fries we got WITH the burger was about a third of the full order, making the Chippy SO INCREDIBLY WRONG about what constitutes "a lot of fries". Anyhoo, here's the burger, blah, blah, blah, this is not a burger blog.
Even though the only pretty thing at The Burger Patti is the fry-delusional Chippy, Big Roy (and I) both give the fries a 10 out of 10. Rare for fresh cut fries.