Cliff’s Hamburgers

Filling, but not fulfilling. And since I totally lifted that little catch phrase from my husband, let me pause here and say «thank you».
Thank you, honey!
Anyway, we had a doctor’s appointment nearby and were famished, so we decided to go here for a cheap, quick lunch. I thought I remembered liking their catfish plate. Maybe I did, but the burgers? Not so much. All of the burger baskets come with fries, and I have to say the fries are nice and crispy, just the way they should be. Hubby got a one pound Texas Burger, complete with cheese, bacon, BBQ sauce, jalapenoes, and probably some other stuff I am forgetting. I decided to cheat on my wheat-​free diet and get a sourdough burger. Dude… I don’t think I’ve been that disappointed since I got that ugly, fake leather wallet for X-​Mas from my wealthy uncle. The sourdough bread wasn’t even fully toasted and had gone soggy from the mustard, lettuce, and tomato that sat lifelessly on the burger patty. The bacon I requested was there, the whole slice broken in two, sliding off in a pool of mustard. The burger patty was decent, but not good. Hubby’s burger was just a freakishly large mass of meat doused in BBQ sauce, but at least it had 4 – 5 slices of bacon.
Did I mention I liked the fries?
Service was swift and friendly, so much so that I feel kinda bad for giving such a low rating. But the bathrooms? Irretrievably filthy. It doesn’t look like the sink has been properly cleaned since Cliff’s opening in 1978. The seatcover dispenser is empty of seatcovers but thick with dust and grime. I just remember thinking «thank God I don’t have to poop» because any extended stay in that bathroom would’ve netted me a visit to a different type of doctor.
Yeah, I’m not going back. My hubby makes better burgers anyway. Thank you, honey!

We landed here really craving a burger. The counter service is very friendly and the place itself is cute. Cliff’s feels like a burger joint should: a grizzly, darkened cave suitable for carnage. The sign outside boasts, «Since 1978». There is certainly no lack of charm here, but the burgers are a pretty fair let-​down.
The burger looks exciting – especially since I was famished and got a double cheesburger. Double let-​down. Dry and flavorless patties – very tragic. At least they got the cheese right, but yes – tears. I had a sample of the chicken tenders my sister ordered and thought they were o.k. Perhaps the non-​burger menu is the way to go at Cliff’s, but I won’t be fighting my way to get back here anytime soon. I’d give it another shot if I lived in the area though. The non-​burger menu that is.