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I have wondered about the Roadster Grill ever since the place first opened. It's located a few doors down from the Bellaire Broiler, a legendary hamburger joint. Mainly, I wondered, What were they thinking? Perhaps they thought Bellaire Broiler was so popular they could pick up some overflow business when the place was too crowded to get into?
By the time I got around to stopping by for lunch a few years later, the original owners had already departed and Nick Semoudiaris had taken over. He added Greek items to the hamburger menu and improbably slapped "YiaYia's" (Greek for Grandma's) onto the Roadster Grill's name. At first I found the menu of hamburgers, hot dogs, gyros and souvlaki as ridiculous as the name. Then I sampled both the American and Greek sides of the menu. Now I go there all the time. Or at least I frequently call in an order and pick it up at the drive-in window.
There's not much to recommend the dining area of YiaYia's Roadster Grill; it looks like the dining area in a fast-food restaurant, only not quite so squeaky clean. The last time I ate there, whoever had bussed my table had neglected to clean up a puddle of spilled soda on the floor underneath it. I ended up walking out with sticky shoes.
But when you taste the food, you tend to forget all about the deficiencies in décor. The Greek dishes taste homemade. If "taste homemade" sounds like a meaningless generalization, let me explain. Or rather, let my tablemate explain.
She ordered the chicken souvlaki salad for lunch. Yes, the strips of chicken were marinated in an herb sauce and grilled until they were nicely charred and still juicy. But it was the vegetables in the salad that she really appreciated.
"I went to the Hobbit Hole and got a Greek salad last week," she said. She found the vegetables lackluster, and the olives were disgustingly mushy. "I tried to send the olives back. They brought me more of the same. They said that's just the way pitted olives get. So why don't they buy unpitted olives?"
"Look at these onions and the way they cut the cucumbers into little bitty pieces," she said, admiring the YiaYia Roadster's salad. "Everything in here is crisp and it looks like it was just chopped. And the unpitted olives are great. It's pretty amazing that a burger joint has better Greek salads than a vegetarian restaurant."
The Hot Rod Grandma's burgers are made with six-ounce machine-formed patties of never-been-frozen beef. There are ten variations available, including a barbecue, avocado and Swiss, and a grilled onion and Swiss melt on rye toast. There's also a buffalo burger, a chicken burger, a turkey burger and a vegetarian burger.
Six ounces is not quite enough meat for my tastes, so I ordered The "Big Buns" Roadster, a double-meat, double-bacon, double-cheese affair to which I added jalapeños for an extra 50 cents. I also added fries and a drink, which brought the total to nearly ten dollars.
It certainly was an impressive-looking burger. I cut it in half and measured the height at the center at three and half inches. The distance between my top and bottom teeth with my mouth wide open is little more than two inches, which makes this is a difficult burger to eat. The sandwich fell apart after three or four bites, and I had to use a knife and fork on the debris. But the flavor was excellent.
The fresh-baked bun was properly toasted. The bacon slices were thin, so they didn't overwhelm the beef. The cheese was American, which is a good choice on a burger, since it melts quickly and helps to cement the pickles, onions and jalapeños to the sandwich. The lettuce, tomatoes and mayo seemed to be in the proper balance.
Unfortunately, I neglected to specify my burger medium rare, so the meat patties were a little dry and overcooked for my taste. I wasn't too impressed with the bright-yellow mustard, either. The French fries were nothing special -- I suggest you ask for the hand-breaded onion rings instead, an additional 40-cent upgrade.