Before it was a burger spot, this place was probably just a garage. The kind where someone fixed lawnmowers and stored holiday decorations. But Oklahoma City had other plans. Walk through the door and you will notice the concrete floors first.
Then the mismatched signs covering every inch of wall. Then the noise, not a bad noise. The good kind. Laughter. Sizzling patties. The clink of metal trays sliding across tables.
The menu does not try to impress you with fancy words. It just lists burgers. Big ones, messy ones. The kind you have to squish down before attempting a first bite…