Sadly (really) never acquired a hardcore taste for alcohol--just a social drinker here--so my interest in My Father's Office was geared towards the food and I'm now guessing that the positive buzz about the burgers and fries is probably derived intoxicated taste buds. The famous burger is tiny, served on a prone to sogginess bun and only mildly enjoyable--it's a little tangy, too moist and not particularly filling. It's not unlike air plane/airport food--really nothing special--unless I imagine you're dining drunk. Likewise for those greasy sweet potato fries served in the SILLY shopping basket--with a mayonnaise type dipping sauce. And these are basically the food highlights. Then there are the pretentious food ordering restrictions--no condiments, cheese, rare, medium etc.----like the stuff is masterpieces who's perfection can't be tampered with. Apparently this controlling attitude extends to the bar----NO VODKA?? no variations on drink orders. Wow this Father is one mean daddy---maybe the father son thing here is why it's so popular with 20 somethings---who maybe still miss some parental restrictions--but appreciate that this dad leaves the liquor cabinet open for them
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