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I’ve always had this fear of walking into a Johnny Rockets because I always thought that as soon as you enter, all the waiters would sing. I wouldn’t be able to handle it without looking completely uncomfortable. Thanks Undercover Boss Canada for clearing ,that one up!
After a long, long line up at Holt Renfrew Last Call, my dad said he was craving a burger and some fries. Whenever my dad says he’s craving anything but chinese food, my sister and I jump right on the bandwagon despite any dietary restrictions we might have.
Now, I’ve heard the milkshakes and burgers were great at Johnny Rockets. But, usual ol’ me didn’t order either. My parents were ordering the two burgers that I wanted so I figured I’d just bite out of theirs without any problem.
My sister ordered the Hot Dog with Poutine. There really isn’t much to say about a hot dog that only has mustard and ketchup on it. Everyone knows how that tastes.
With poutines, however, I find that everyone has their own taste and are particular on how they have it. I love classic poutines that have just enough melted cheese to make it have that wonderful cheese-pullbut still have enough squeaky feeling that fresh curds of mozzarella would leave you with. This poutine was just squeak and no cheese-pull. It was plain at best. I also found the gravy to be too salty for already salted fries.
I was a bit more adventurous that day so I decided to order a Philly Cheese Steak with Sweet Potato Fries. Sweet potato fries were so crisp on the outside and yet had the pillow-like soft center that any lover of fries would enjoy.
I can’t seem to find a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich that I actually enjoy in Toronto, and I’m still trying. The steak was dry with not enough flavouring and the cheese was almost non-existant. There was no saviour, nothing to rescue this sandwich.
Despite the promising burgers served to my beloved parents, they are miles and miles further away from home than all of the new and loved burger joints open and opening up here in Toronto.
Sorry Johnny, I’m not coming back.