Grindhouse Killer Burgers Kills It

I am an American and love hamburgers. Any rumors you have heard about me being vegan are untrue. From Vortex to Ann's Snack Bar, I've eaten me some cow. Grindhouse Killer Burgers is my current favorite, go-to burger place.

I forgot to snap a burger selfie before I ate the whole thing...

Grindhouse Killer Burgers

J and I started going here right after we first met. She knew the burger beast that was inside of me and insisted that I had to try it. It had 'killer' in its name so I figured I'd at least be amused.

With two convenient locations and two not-quite convenient locations, Grindhouse serves up delicious dead cow, killed turkeys and veggie burgers. You'll find the usual fries and onion rings as side items, but they also have fried pickles and Chomp & Stomp award-winning chili. I know, it must sound like it truly sucks, but I truly love Grindhouse. 

We always visit the Piedmont Avenue location. It looks like a converted gas station with a patio where the pumps were located. Dark wood paneling and lots of tile and chrome. Oooh! Sexy burger pin-up girl art everywhere and a projection of old sci-fi on the wall nearest the bathrooms. And while it is difficult to stay focused and scarf down juicy meat pleasures with all these distractions, I was determined to do it. Because these burgers are delicious. 

Pictured: The hallway to the toilets.

The Piedmont Ave. location has dogs. At least one.

I was a Grindhouse-addict after one bite.

The Grindhouse Menu can be a little intimidating if you're trying to find the perfect customization options (Choose a meat/non-meat patty, single or double and then add a lot of stuff to it). The number of possible combinations is... a lot. Let me suggest that you stick to their house burger styles. This way you n00bs don't hold up the line for the rest of us. 

I started with the Dixie style burger because I've lived in the South long enough to develop an unhealthy obsession with pimiento cheese and sometimes, when I'm really drunk, may start singing If Heaven Ain't A Lot Like Dixie, because...why not? Anyways, you can read about the ingredients on the menu but it was...well, imagine a mashup of Burt Reynolds from Deliverance (before he breaks his leg) and Clint Eastwood from all of his movies mixed in with Burt Reynolds from All Dogs Go To Heaven. I devoured it in seconds. Sipped on J's boozy banana cream shake, took the seasoned crinkle-cut fries to task and then got super depressed that I had already finished the burger. 

The burger is quite majestic in its natural habitat.

After several visits, I've gone down the list of the house burger styles. The only one I'm on the fence about is the Apache style. When I ordered it, the green chiles were rubbery and undercooked. Maybe overcooked. I don't know, I'm not Apache. Either way, everything else I've had at this Grindhouse place has been amazing so I'm willing to give it another chance. Plus, I've got about 400 points to Belly my way to a free t-shirt so... I've got that going for me which is nice.

Do yourself a favor and hit up Grindhouse soon. Monday nights around 8pm it's BOGO1/2OFF burger time, which is a perfect opportunity to give this place a go.

Stop gaslighting me!

Inaugural post!

This is probably where I should explain the reason for and my vision of gaslightATL. 

I used to love reading Thrillist, lying on my couch, alternating between a bubbling glass of Goody's and a neat bourbon for the hair of the dog. Months of articles proved to me that the staff writer assigned to Atlanta is most likely gleaning his reviews and list ideas from Creative Loafing and Yelp and is probably a closet racist that doesn't want Atlanta to use MARTA. I felt like my city was getting shafted. Is my city - OUR Atlanta - not worth the time for a paid staff writer to explore and enjoy?

You need to be in on the secret. The Atlanta that makes you want to live here, I mean really live here. I love this place and want you to too! Sure, this city has an identity crisis, terrible traffic, a state government that loves to screw us and the most average sports teams in their respective leagues, BUT this is why it's great. We're all a bit crazy. This city, this state, this region, this country and this world seem hellbent on making every one of us insane so I say let's embrace it and have a good time.

Dearly beloved, we're all being gaslighted.