No, it's not a flashback. The 1960s live on at this fabulously funky burger joint, where the walls are covered with license plates and the amiable servers covered with tattoos. Still, this is very much a family place, and the clientele often includes toddlers and octogenarians. Huge burgers are the thing, loaded with onions, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, and condiments, and so gloriously messy that you might wear a swimsuit so you can stroll to the beach for a bath afterward.
The minihamburger is a good option if you're looking for moderation—the double bacon cheeseburger is the opposite. For sides, go for the onion rings or the seasoned potato wedges.