Olive Burger — Restaurant in Richardson

I had no idea what I was getting into when I opened Postmates tonight. I expected some of the regular fare and to maybe order a burger. I expected something filling. I expected a meal that would leave me able to finish my late night shift at work. I expected plain food.

I got a slap from the culinary gods to not expect so little.

I saw this place that I had never eaten from before. Local burger joint, so ok. I like green olives, maybe they've got some stuff I'll like. They were on a special for delivery so I figured, why not?

Unknowing of the Eldritch God that had changed my destiny, I added fried jalapenos, an avocado burger, and a (God or whomever be praised) side salad.

The Devil hissed, for he knew that for tonight, I was free of his grip. I was soon to be carried away on a pillowy cloud of heaven-delivered lettuce with jalapeno guards trumpeting the return of some ancient being from within the bowels of space time.

I sealed my order, much like someone signs their soul away to Satan for some foolish deal. I believed I would receive some appropriate burger to scarf down and forget about and finish my boring day. I believed wrong.

The burger arrived, and the unassuming brown paper bag I received it in did nothing to assauge my suspicions that this was a burger like most others. That I was to consume and forget. But the moment I opened the bag and saw the dark palette that housed my spectral salad and God sent jalapenos, I knew. I knew my fate was sealed- that I, a lowly mortal being not fit for any of the Old God's blessings, was to be chosen as a prophet- a sentinel. One to everlastingly proclaim the profane life many others lived, those who only consumed blasē fast food burger chain food. I would be at odds with society forevermore when my tiny eyes gazed into the cavernous bag to feast upon the visual display I could barely comprehend.

Reader, I beg your forgiveness, as I cannot describe in any modern language what I saw inside that crumpled, massive paper bag. I can only describe the trepidation in my throat as I removed the massive obelisk from within the bag and compelled my mortal coil to investigate the sphere of green leaves and other assorted toppings. The smell wafted into my nose and I knew then my senses were compromised- I could never smell McDonalds the same way again. I was forever changed by the knowledge within- great, foreboding knowledge. A hearald to the calamatous prognostication of the End of the Drive Thru. Reader, know that I cannot help myself beg you to listen further. I compel you to.

The salad enter'd my mouth of it's own accord. I do not remember moving my hands to eat it. I only remember the taste wicking any hope of salvation from my mind. I knew then I was hooked, gutted like a quavering fish. I was to be burdened by this salad forevermore. A simple, unassuming side salad. A salad even the chefs who prepared the Eldritch creation could not have estimated the magnitude with which this leafy green salad changed my perception of the craft. I was simply rewritten as a fundamental being, down to my very fundamental cellular structure. For but an instant, I was a primordial ooze, indescribable as anything other than a toxic lamentation of life. But I reconstituted myself, blinking back to the corporeal plane and instantly reassuming my focus as the nexus and catalyst of the new age of delivery dining.

The salad conquered, I prepared myself for the great confrontation with the jalapenos. Their multicolored speckle assaulted my eyes with further challenge. Was that... Green AND red jalapenos? I could not match the ferocity of this strike, even against a creature my equal on terms of existential strength. I would slowly come to absorb the entire nation of tiny red and green speckles into my cornea and dissolve them into my memory forevermore.

Then, the burger.

I gazed upon it, my two previous conquests still resonating and writhing within me. They gave me the strength to carry on, the strength to consume more. To proceed into the valley of Dagon...

We ordered food on the phone time and accidentally ordered to the wrong location. We arrived to pick up the food, but were told by the employee at the register we may have ordered at Plano location. we had to go to the other location to get our order. I apologized and said it was an honest mistake and if he could call the other location and cancel it. At this point the owner came to see what was happening. He said since we ordered there we needed to go pick it up there. Initially, I thought he was being sarcastic and joking. I asked seriously? He said “Yes, that the food would go to waste and it would be thrown away.” I got out of the line to figure out what we would do since we had already driven 37 minutes from the other side of Dallas to have a meal for myself, my friend and her toddler. We had to get back to pick up our children from school and did not have time to go another 15 minutes out of the way. We called the other location telling them what happened, they said its ok, do not worry. They understood we made an honest mistake.We got back in line and got back to the register with the initial employee. I explained to him that we drove all the way from north Irving and grapevine and we needed to get back to get our kids from school. I offered to pay for that previous order and order again at this location. The owner stepped in again and asked what was going on. He said he would NOT allow us to order here since that food would be “wasted and he had to throw that order away.” He patronized us for acting like we wanted to pay for the other order. He denied us service even though we offered to pay for the other order and reorder at his location. I was absolutely disgusted with the way he was speaking to us. He had no courtesy or regards to what I as a customer wanted. He simply did not want to take my order because his other location had to throw away food. Those were not leftovers, he could easily have offered those meals to employees or take them home himself. In the restaurant business, he had no right to deny me service for no reason at all. I have never encountered such a horrible experience. Will NEVER go back. Will tell EVERYONE about this experience. The owner literally turned us away even though we had a toddler with us. The owner at the Richardson location DENIED us service outright.

STAY...

This is by far one of my favorite burger joints in the DFW area.

Where to begin.

First, there’s the food itself. For me, my main choice is the olive cheeseburger, with the chicken avocado sandwich coming in a close second, excellently cooked Halal meats, fresh veggies, and an extra layer of care and quality. The fries are always hot and crispy, and there’s a great selection of sauces to go with them. I personally love the house sauce. In fact, this is also one of the only places I can think of, where the sweet potato fries come out crispy instead of soggy. It’s even one of the few places in town that I know of that serves Dole Whip. Of course we can’t gloss over the pricing. All very reasonable, and comparable to most fast food chains, even with the much higher level of quality.

Then there’s the location. Just off of 75 and nestled on the corner of Arapaho and Custer, it’s a great place to swing by for a quick lunch or a nice dinner on the way home. Being a student at UTD and ten minutes away, I often find myself coming here either after a long day, or to wrap up the week before heading home for the weekend. For any of you Comets, there is a 10% discount if you show your Comet Card.

Finally, and most importantly, there’s the outstanding staff. The service here has never failed me, and the staff is always friendly and attentive, even helping me raise my spirits on bad days. Leslie, Faez, thank you, I cannot appreciate your kindness and support enough.

If you’re looking for a good spot for a bite to eat, look no further. Fantastic food, friendly staff, great prices,...