You know that diner people bring up like it’s a family secret? The kind where someone says, “Don’t post about this,” while already planning their next visit? That’s this place.
It’s small enough that you’ll question if you’re in the right spot. Then you hear the grill going and smell the burgers and suddenly you feel very confident in your life choices.
The cheeseburger shows up looking simple. Almost innocent. Then you take a bite. Crispy edges. Juicy centre. Cheese doing that perfect slow melt. No towering nonsense. No twelve-sauce situation. Just a burger that knows exactly who it is…