Anyway, here’s brief sampling of the various eateries that I sampled on my recent trip to California…

Anyway, I tried their famous Squeeze Burger, which features cheddar cheese that is piled on the burger, and while it’s cooking on the grill, they throw ice on the grill and cover it so the cheese becomes crisp like a potato chip and sticks out from the meat about an inch all the way around. A novel approach to cooking, to be sure, but I wasn’t all that blown away by the burger, which was rather bland, and the French fries were vile.
From what I’ve read on the ‘net afterwards, evidently I missed the pleasure of being waited on by a surly be-yatch there named Sam, who was referred to as a "skank" in at least three different reviews I saw. Squeeze Inn is supposedly a favorite among the locals in Sacramento, but methinks they can do a whole lot better…

Joe’s Cable Car Diner, San Francisco Joe’s is another one that came highly recommended, but once again, I was pretty underwhelmed. First off, there wasn’t anything particularly special about the burger I had—Fred P. Ott’s or the Westport Flea Market Bar & Grill here in K.C. blows Joe’s away. Second off, Joe’s is grossly overpriced—counting the tip, I paid over $20 for just a burger, fries and a drink. I find it sad that these places let greed get the best of them and overcharge just because they were featured on Food Network. The ambience at Joe's was kinda cool, but hardly worth the exorbitant menu prices—grossly overrated.
Big Nate’s BBQ, San Francisco Speaking of exorbitant prices, I took one look at the menu board here and high-tailed it outta there without eating. I read about this place in Sports Illustrated a while back, as it’s run by former NBA star Nate Thurmond and was supposedly one of the best BBQ joints in the city. I was expecting something along the lines of K.C.’s Gates BBQ or Arthur Bryant’s, but was floored at the prospect of forking over nearly $20 for a decent-sized dinner for one, especially when the only choices for sides were coleslaw and beans. What, no fries? Sorry, Nate, I’ll pass…

Escape From New York Pizza, San Francisco This was a spur-of-the-moment stop while I wandered around the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, and their big slice of Pepperoni really hit the spot. I also loved the décor there featuring old 45 records mounted on the wall—very cool.
Carl’s Jr., somewhere north of San Diego This isn’t about the food, but rather the manner in which I had to order it there. Into our ever-increasingly impersonal world, we have now been bestowed the modern technology of touch-screen kiosks inside fast food joints on which to order and pay for your food. It took me longer to negotiate my way through all the various options on the screen than it would have to place my order verbally like normal. At least they still spared some flunky to bring me my food—I’m surprised they didn’t have some burger droid behind the counter. Ironically, I had just heard the old Zager & Evans song "In The Year 2525" on the radio, featuring the line, "some machine’s doin’ that for you…"
Bubba Gump Shrimp Co., Anaheim I’ve seen these places everywhere but K.C., and had been wanting to check them out for quite a while, so since it was right on the way to Anaheim Stadium, I did an early dinner there before the ballgame. Sad to say, I wasn’t all that impressed with their menu selections, and didn’t feel like I got $20 worth of shrimp from their sampler platter. Joe’s Crab Shack is far better, and that’s all I have to say about that…


Zingo’s, Bakersfield While driving early Sunday morning, through Bakersfield, listening to Gospel music on that colored radio station, I stumbled across this kinda redneck-looking joint nestled between Hiway 99 and Buck Owens Blvd. I wasn’t really in a Denny’s mood for breakfast, so I thought what the hey and took a chance on Zingo’s, and it turned out to be a wise move. They were the best surprise of the trip, food-wise, and I enjoyed one of the best ham-and-cheese omelets I’ve ever eaten. A tad pricey, but well worth it…


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