Twisted Root. One Disappointment After Another.
Here’s Twisted Root’s “Philosophy” straight from their website:
Three chefs, sick of eating frozen and factory-fabricated burgers, decided to quit their jobs to open a real burger joint and make everything from scratch. Hand-rolled meat patties, hand-cut Idaho and sweet potatoes, homemade ice-cream, homemade pickles and homemade Root Beer… even homemade ketchup, mustard and BBQ sauce!
It’s slap-yo-momma good!
Did we mention it’s all homemade?
So here’s the problem… I went into a Twisted Root overly anxious to try one of their highly anticipated hamburgers. I did my research like I do for any new burger joint. I read their “philosophy,” only to heighten my excitement, but soon to be let down when I started asking their staff questions of their homemade items.
Question 1 (more of a statement): I read that Twisted Root makes their own Root Beer.
Response: Well, we don’t make our own Root Beer — it comes just like the other beverages. But we do flavor it ourselves.
In my mind, flavoring something does not equate to creating something from scratch. That’s like saying that I made my car because I added a sound system to it. No one would buy that. Not one bit!
Question 2: Do you make your own ice cream?
Response: It’s a mix.
At this point, I am already disappointed and starting to think that my burger won’t be all that good. Twisted Root is twisted. And that’s no good. But if you know me, you know that I try to be optimistic and you know how I feel about fries. That’s the only thing I’m looking forward to, now. Yes, good, hand-cut french fries, which they boast about, can make my day. Hand-cut fries can be a meal all by themselves. So, when they called the name they gave me, I was John McClane from Die Hard, I was all excited again. But when I saw everything, I thought, “These don’t look like hand-cut fries.” They might have even been from a bag, not fresh potatoes. At the end of my meal when I realized that I paid $24 for my wife and I to eat food no better than Burger King, I was hurt. I think I may have cried in frustration. I got three words for them… NOPE! NOT AGAIN.