Casino el Camino
I hate Guy Fieri and his f’ing hair. I probably misspelled his name, so I will just call him Gay Douche.
Nevermind. Since that douchetool showed up here there are all kind of family tourists that come into this joint. And it is funny as hell!
They walk in of the street where it is as bright as the face of the sun and walk into a cave that Satan would have trouble seeing in.
It ain’t like it was 5 years ago. Honestly it matters not cause you’re here for the burgers. Which are truly bad ass. They are huge, said to be 3/4 pound, but it looks like that after cooking!
I go with the bacon burger, as I refuse to order a Chicago burger. At least the have an Amarillo burger, with peppers.
News flash! A dude with an eye patch just walked in.
Back to the review…the fries are nothing to write home about, but the basket had crispy and soft ones to please all.
It is disconcerting to hear a baby cry (♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ in the
ghetto casino ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬), while your eating, as this is still a damn bar!