I am not a big fan of the Dirty's regular burger and here’s why. I ordered the regular instead of the large because, well, I'm girl and I thought it would be just the right amount of food. Even though the waitress warned me about the size, I ordered it. She was right. It was small—it was small even for me.
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The fries were ok. The onion rings looked nice, but they tasted like old grease. They did serve Coke products, but I opted for a beer, which they mistakenly didn't charge us for two of them. That was nice.
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The atmosphere was interesting. A weird guy was trying to get my attention, so I did one of those "pretend-not-to-notice look arounds." It worked. I have to admit that there's something kind of nice being outside right in the middle of Guadalupe, hearing the cars drive by, hanging with friends, and listening to '80s music.
I give Dirty’s a 4 out of 10. Let the quest continue.
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