The experience had a very strong start. We each took turns ordering the "Royale with Cheese" then snickering at our incredible wit. We were just as cool as Samuel L Jackson and John Travolta. For real. We got our drink on and chilled on the just-opened-for-summer patio. Life was good.
The Royale experience quickly and comprehensively shit the bed as soon as the food showed up. My co-bloggers ordered medium rare burgers that looked exactly the same as my well done burger. The burger was unimpressive and lacked character and flavor. The fries looked really good but tasted bland.
I don't mean to imply that this place is totally awful, because it isn't. The bar itself is a pleasant place to hang out and the beer tasted just fine. The prices are totally reasonable. The food isn't actually bad, it's just that in the context of our mission to find the greatest burger in NYC, this place failed.
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