F, G at Carroll St.
This venue is closed.
Screw Mickey D's. We ought to sue the pants off Alan Harding before we burst another seam. At his kitschy new burger joint, he's created a kind of fantasy-junk-food camp for middle-aged Augustus Gloops. Just look at the evidence: the Schnäckie, Harding's take on the slider. Cute name. Only 1.5 ounces of freshly ground beef on a house-baked minibun. Seems harmless enough, right? Wrong. You'll want twelve, minimum. Need more proof? How about spicy fries, big fat onion rings, seven kinds of hot dogs and kielbasa, and a homemade Orange Julius for chrissakes? And Schnäck's Asian-inspired idea of diet food? Crazy-sounding specials like knockwurst and bacon in a Japanese coconut-curry sauce with rice. C’mon. If that's not a class-action lawsuit waiting to happen, we don’t know what is.