Bob’s Drive-In Restaurant

Bob’s is a great example of the classic American drive-​in. There isn’t any interior seating, you’re either in your car or at a picnic table.
The food is cheap, service is all local teenagers, and there’s not a single healthy option to be seen! The Fiesta Burger is the winner, basically a chili cheeseburger with onions that’s been smashed on a grill. Outstanding!

Super yummy shakes at a lovely, clean, retro drive-​in.

We used to live near here and always enjoyed going here. they got a neat little play area for toddlers with covered benches to eat at. the fiesta burger is GOOD. fiesta pie, also GOOD, ice cream GOOD… i’ll miss this quaint little place actually and reviewing it makes me think i want to go there next time we go to paducah

Welcome to Bob’s, home of the Fiesta Burger. I’m not entirely sure this is the sort of Fiesta I’m really interested in inviting into my mouth, but this place is (according to my father) legendary. The 3 stars are all for the vanilla malt.
It’s a drive in, so that’s awesome. And they have malts and shakes, so that’s awesome. And twist cones, which, for only 25 cents more, you can have adorned WITH SPRINKLES. Clearly awesome.
I ordered a steak sandwich, which I imagined would be like, steak on a sandwich. Maybe like a Philly sort of thing. Instead, I received what appeared to be a burger with potted meat instead of a patty.
Perhaps I was wrong in anticipating a steak on a steak sandwich. Perhaps this is a local specialty and I’m just not clued in. But it made me so sad I didn’t even take a picture. Or a bite. I just literally could not work up the courage to even taste it. Who knows what I was missing, but I missed it.
Now, my dad had the Fiesta burger, and he was enraptured. Happy as a lark. Taken back to his childhood. My mom had the corn dog, and declared it the best corn dog she’d ever eaten. My husband had a cheeseburger, which he loved.
So I was the odd woman out, and I won’t say a word against Bob’s.
My malted vanilla shake was killer, so drank it down fiercely as I tried to repress my memory of the steak sandwich.