I was going up Victoria Park approaching Sheppard when I saw Johnny's , It had been favourably mentioned here, so I thought that I would try a burger. I can't believe how bad it was.
The bun was Anglo-Greco fluff. The toppings were real low. Chemical pickles, no name ketchup, standard mustard, etc. but not much etc.. This is par for the course I suppose. But the burger patty was impossible to eat. After one bite, I slatherd it with ketchup. After two, I pitched it
. It had the texture and resilience to crumbling of an aerated rubber floor tile. Instead of discrete bits of minced beef held together, it was as if a one piece extrusion with air holes. Like bread or a sponge. And strong! I wonder if tapioca flour was the binder.
Even worse, it tasted like old reheated liver.
I would have complained about the taste, but it was in keeping with the texture, so I figured that this is how they do it at Johnny's and just pitched it.
It is remarkable that Johnny's is long established, and successful enough that five guys were working at 11 at night. Life isn't fair in the restauarnt business.