San Diego, CA
Last Saturday I traveled across the space-time continuum to a burger joint called The Longhorn.
Last Saturday I traveled across the space-time continuum to a burger joint called The Longhorn.
With Texas cattle horns, cowboy relics, and old beer posters lining the walls, it felt like a lonely trucker’s outpost along some county line with one sweet but over-worked waitress, the usual old man watching football and bundled up men hunkered down over the bar hiding from the weather. One dirty window let in dim light, but the wood paneling crowded it out and the steam from the grill took care of the rest.
Menu’s simple enough, my brother and I split the bacon burger and added American cheese, and opted for the chili cheese fries- a dish I enjoy immensely but haven’t yet encountered on this blog. Marie chose a bison burger with mushrooms and provolone and my Dad opted for the bacon burger with cheddar cheese. They shared regular fries.
Fries came out first, huge portions. Chili was good- exactly what you’d expect . Fries were crispy, which we loved, but Marie not so much. All the fix-ins, so to speak, rest at the end of the table so it was a mad dash for ketchup, mustard and mayo- my favorite ingredients in a sauce for fries and burgers. Chopped onions came in their own side cup, gotta keep your options open I guess.
They have the usual array of fountain sodas and domestic beers. I would recommend The Longhorn to anyone looking to avoid the po-lice, to make a backroom deal of some sort, or if you want to reenact a bar fight from an 80's movie… but especially for those looking to time travel.
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