The Joint Experience
The place looks the same as I always remembered it. A beacon of the late '60s architecture. Still the same orange metal cover. Still the same trays. Something has changed though. "The Special" sign doesn't have the price anymore. I guess they got tired of painting over it every two weeks. I had forgotten about the odd hours of operation. I guess someone has to be somewhere by 8 pm four nights a week.
Today's meal was just like every one before it. It's like a edible Groundhog Day. "The Special" with mayo, no pickles or lettuce (name me one dish improved by warm lettuce, I dare you) , fries and a medium Root Beer. The carhop (different since the last time I was there for those keeping score), politely asked if I would like my Root Beer in a mug or a foam cup. If I ever see anyone order a KN Root Beer in a cup, I will hunt you down and junk punch you.
The burger is all of its salty, melty, white bread goodness is as good now as it ever has been. The patties are thin and crispy and just perfect. This is as good as a flat-top burger gets. I seldom meet a burger I don’t like, but this one ranks right up there.
The fries are better than I remember, but the bar was pretty low. Crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside. Still not anything above average, but passable. You have to have a side with a burger and the fries fill that gap.
The Root Beer, OH GOD THE ROOT BEER. This is what separates KN from anywhere else. The frosted mug with its slush of frozen root beer inside are perfection in a glass. I cannot imagine “The Special” without the Root Beer and vice-versa. I don’t know how they make this, but I picture a cauldron surrounded by witches.
It is not the cheapest meal in town, but if you have never had the KN Experience or just need a nostalgic, salty, cheesy, frosty reminder of childhood, give them a visit. Just get there before 7:50.