Hi-Pointe Drive-In — Restaurant in St. Louis

Was downtown for a Saturday night staying at a hotel around the corner. Decided to venture away from eating a “hotel restaurant” and passed by this place. We ordered our food to go so we could just take it back to the hotel since it was extremely hot in there and we had been out walking in the heat most of the day. Anyhow, we walked in and it was somewhat confusing to figure out where to order. The guy in front of us offered us to go ahead of him because he was still waiting for someone to join him. Well, we stood at the big glass window/counter thinking this must be where you order, no signage gave any indication exactly where to place the order and the girl at the register just stood there staring at us rather than say something you would normally hear like “I can help you over here when you’re ready”. So we placed our order, gave our name, got our soda cups and paid. Walked over and found the handy toolbox that had everything you need for condiments and around the corner got our sodas. We returned to the entrance area waiting to hear our name called. The wait was extremely long for just a burger and fries. I have gotten delicious steak dinners faster than that. We were getting some entertainment out of an angry employee being so rude to customers that you couldn’t help but laugh. Although, those customers didn’t find how they were being treated by this sweat covered angry employee found it as entertaining. I did feel somewhat sorry for this employee having to work in such warm conditions. It’s in a fairly nice building and you would think air conditioning would be available for employees and patrons alike. Moving on, we get our food after standing there for around 30 minutes. Got back to the hotel and opened the greasy wrapper thinking we are about to eat a delicious juicy burger. I took a bite and ehhhhh wasn’t juicy. Overcooked and zero seasoning. Perhaps had they not put the meat through a cremation process it would taste better. The fries were good but not great. Cold and soggy. In summary, it was a greasy white sack of disappointment. I saw signs around the restaurant making jokes about “420” and getting “high”. Perhaps investing in signs of where to order would have been wiser because a person would probably have to be under the influence of something to truly believe this food is as good as the...

Came into town for a conference, so when I got here, there was a line to the door. I understand they were extremely busy. My one-star review isn't because I waited 30+ minutes to order, and another 20+ minutes to get my food. The food was rather good, to be honest, though not extremely spectacular (the burger was a bit overcooked and dry). However, when I got there, I intended to order a burger, fries, and a shake. Someone had walked out with a shake 10ish minutes before I ordered. However, when I finally got to the counter, I ordered a shake and the girl looked around a bit and said "I'm not sure we're doing shakes right now. Let me ask." She asked someone and they said they weren't doing shakes. I stated that was disappointing because someone had received one a few minutes before. They then told me that they were out of ice cream. I may have believed them, but as I was waiting on my food, they made a shake for an app order, and then another online order. To hide it, the lady packaged the shakes in paper bags before handing them out, hoping I wouldn't see. To confirm my suspicion, I ordered a shake online a couple of hours later and they made it right away. They got my money anyway, but I was very disappointed in this interaction. I have worked in a similar independent burger/shake restaurant before, and I understand an event lunch rush like this. If they would have been honest with me and said they were swamped and couldn't make one at the moment, I would have been okay with it. But these workers lied to my face, hence my...

Nestled in the shadows of St. Louis, Hi-Pointe Burger stood as a crumbling relic of fast-food lore. Its flickering neon sign—a grinning cow holding a spatula—beckoned to those daring enough to step inside. On a stormy Tuesday night, three strangers answered the call: Marge, a ghost hunter with a camera in one hand and a milkshake in the other; Jerry, a competitive eater in search of the next big challenge; and Trevor, a conspiracy theorist armed with a notepad filled with cryptic doodles and a head full of theories.

Trevor immediately sensed something was off. “Look at the menu,” he said, pointing to the specials board, where flickering symbols danced between the words. “Those aren’t just specials—they’re coordinates.” Marge scoffed but couldn’t ignore the strange chill in the air. Meanwhile, Jerry ordered the infamous "Burger Tower of Babel," determined to devour all twenty patties. By the time he reached the twelfth, the walls began to hum and glow. The restaurant's mascot, a cow in a chef's hat, grinned down at them, its eyes glowing red. Trevor frantically flipped through his notepad. “I knew it! This isn’t a restaurant—it’s a portal!”

Without warning, the room twisted into a swirling vortex of flying buns, cascading ketchup rivers, and floating pickle slices. Trevor screamed as the mascot’s voice boomed: “Welcome to the Burgerverse.” Marge’s camera sparked and burned, Jerry floated away chasing a fry, and Trevor clung to a spinning soda machine, shouting, “I TOLD YOU SO!” as reality dissolved into an endless cascade of...