I may be a broken record on this one, but, sometimes a girl just needs a cheeseburger.
As you may or may not know, it was Pride in Edmonton last weekend, and I headed up with Siddall and some of her colourguard cronies for a little parade action. They beautifully twirled, and I rode in the truck.
However between parade queue and lunch, some hangry started to creep in and mama needed a cheeseburger. We tried a couple spots on the main drag of Whyte Avenue but they were full to the brim, so we headed to Route 99 on the advice of our lovely hostess.
Route 99 is the stuff diner dreams are made of. It’s kind of Edmonton’s answer to Blackfoot Diner without all the big rigs parked outside. (If there is another diner I should visit in E-Town, do share).
Licence plates, Elvis concert posters and even an entire plane wing bedecked the walls. Red booths and the smell of grease in the air made for one helluva stop. I started with a milkshake because I’m a sucker for when they’re served traditionally, like so:
This was a classic chocolate shake. Super chocolately, and cold and ice-creamy enough that it didn’t turn into slop throughout the meal.
For a diner, there were an awful lot of burger selections which is always nice, but I went with the classic bacon cheese. Siddall ordered a tuna melt … and a pancake. Covering two out of three meals at once is never a bad thing.
The patty was well cooked and props for not being stingy on the bacon. There was a good bun ratio and the veggies were fresh and crisp. The fries were just fries, and the biggest fail of the dish was the gravy, had that, straight from the box kind of flavour.