From Father's Office to The Counter to In'n'Out to my own porch BBQ, L.A. is filled with many great burgers. The Apple Pan is not of them. I had heard about this place countless times, and had always been curious. Never did I think my interest in this place would turn so sour.\r
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First, let's talk about the burger itself. If you're a big fan of lettuce, then this is for you. If you like inhaling more air than actual meat, then by all means go for it. If you like bbq sauce (on the hickory burger) that is virtually indistinguishable from ketchup then, again, you've come to the right place. Personally, I like a burger patty that's more of a fatty than a skinny -- this thing was less hefty than a McDonald's burger. As far as taste goes, ok, whatever, not bad, I guess it was alright, ho-hum, snore, zzzz..... etc.\r
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Next, we come to the fries. They're good. Point Apple Pan. The root beer was good, too (came in a bottle). I didn't even get to dessert, because I was rudely denied (I'm sure they're good, but they didn't look it).\r
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I heard and read that the grumpy old men in this place make it a sort of a love/hate kind of place. Fine. A lot of places are, and in some ways that makes for the experience. But when grumpiness turns into sheer rudeness, that's another thing. I'm not sure if this old man was hard of hearing or just hard of kindness, but if you don't like it, DON'T WORK THERE. I so kindly (as if requesting soup from the Soup N*zi) looked right at him and said audibly: ""May I have the apple pie with ice cream?"" His response was to turn around, and begin chatting away humorously with a co-worker (so, it's them vs. us, huh?)\r
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Long story short, if the burger were great, the guy wouldn't matter. If the guy were nice, the burger might have been more palatable. But, these two strikes along with the fact they've magically persuaded poor misled Angelinos into believing this is some wonderful burger joint -- well, that's three strikes ... they're OUT!
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