BBQ Cheeseburger

I won’t even go into the individual details of the burger vs the fries here, it is pretty straightforward: The burger was created without love. It is an imposter. I consumed super messy sandwich that was meant to fill an empty slot on their menu display. The fries were equally unimpressive, they felt like an afterthought that got left in the freezer until Mr. Knickerbacker realized they needed that space for things a deli should actually be selling (like sandwiches). The only reason I found myself eating most of my fries was because of the fry sauce. Somehow amidst this discouraging experience, the kind folks at Knickerbockers decided to put their heart into the fry sauce. The actual french fries were merely a vessel-nay, edible spoon, for consuming this delicious condiment.