Yummy artery cloggers.

I moved to Wisconsin almost 7 years ago. Dick’s still brings me back.

The fries are greasy, you have to pay for the condiments, and good luck finding a clean seat…yet it’s easily the most authentic Seattle restaurant outside of Ivar’s.

I haven’t eaten one of these in years, not that they weren’t good burgers, I just tend to eat slow food as opposed to fast food these days. It appears from the sign that the Original’s remodel is complete.

Having never seen or heard of the place before, I was intrigued.

1 – Take cash, they don’t accept credit/debit cards.

2 – No special orders.

Aside from those two things, I thought the place was great. I think it all has to do with speed, having people in and out as fast as they can. Fine by me.

In the church parking lot behind Dick’s, Saturday mornings from 8ish to noonish, when the U-district market is not in session, you’ll find purveyors of farm-fresh eggs and pastured chickens, locally canned and smoked fish, and morels, among other things.

The burgers are nothing special (cheap though!), the fries are a limp, greasy mess (but sometimes that’s exactly what you want), and the chocolate shakes are pretty great.

...was the one in Wallingford. I haven’t eaten there. (I’m a vegetarian.) But I like walking by this one. It’s at the bottom of two hills. Gravity just wants things to roll into Dick’s.