This is where it all began. After reading the Georgia Straight, I see that there is a burger joint opening just around the corner by my place on Main Street and King Edward in Vancouver. Here's the ad...
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As you can see, it just seems too good to be true. 10 years best burger in Whistler? Says who? Ross Rebagliati? If it's his opinion or all the rest of those snow junkies in Whistler, I have a good idea that it might not just be the burger talking.
I found it my duty to go out there and discover the truth. It's a Sunday night and it couldn't be a more perfect time to go for a burger. Steve and I had just played hockey so we needed to restore some energy. We also lost 3-1 to a bunch of meat heads called the Van Wonders, so like getting dumped by your girlfriend and eating dilly bars mashed into strawberry shortcake to soothe the pain... I digress.We walk into Splitz and it's cool... it's new. They have a cheesy wall where everyone writes how much they love the burgers, but I don't find it all that credible.
I walk up to the man at the counter and ask him what his favorite burger is... We talked burger talk and he was a good dude and proud to be working there. But when I combo up, I decide I want a bigger pop. He tells me just to give him an extra 50 cents... and then from out of nowhere, this little blond chick sneaks up on him and tells him to make sure he charges me tax with that. Well not only did she kill our burger bonding glory, but she made the total 53 cents instead of the 50 that he asked for, which is so inconvenient... AND, not only was that so condescending to him but it was sooooooo petty, and that will eventually get under his skin. Anyways, I don't know much about managing skills, but I'm figuring she's either hired by some tight ass corporate seeking goonbas or her panties shrunk too much in the last tumble dry.
So the whole process to get your burger at Splitz is weird. First you order, and then you sit down. 5 minutes after open flame grilling your burger they call you up, and you tell them what kind of toppings you want Subway styles, then you sit down again. Then you finally pick up your burger, fill up your fountain soda and grab some ketchup popppers before you finally get to sit down to chow down. Well, if you're not a lazy dude... it's fine but jeesh... I felt like Vanna White.
So I chomp into the burger. You know what? It's really no different then any barbecue burger that you make at home. I got the special Splitz garlic mayo and I couldn't even taste it. Kind of disappointing for 13$ of food, however it was a good piece of beef. Half way through the burger I had to pull out the rest of my bacon that was burnt to a crisp.Well, to stop my complaining, the radio played some good music and Steve and I talked about me buying his motorcycle off him. He's gonna give me a great deal! Next blog... diners in the middle of nowhere!
PS... We didn't clean up after ourselves because the garbage can was overflowing... yuck!Report Card
Burger - B
Service - B
The Joint - C
The Price - C-
Manager - D
Final word: Like Flavor Flav says... "Don't believe the hype!"
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