The Skyline Drive-In was always a place for excellent milkshakes, but never so much the burgers. I actually went to the Broadway location today because I was in the neighborhood and wanted a quick burger. That was money poorly spent; any bar could have done better.
@Graham. Tony Perez is a shit reviewer.
This article would have been glowing if the burgers were $20, half sized, and made with locally-sourced organically-grown Ass Trufflesâ„¢.
I always notice there aren't any comments made past 5pm in every PM article......you guys are supposed to be being productive at work...... shit, get me a job there!!
Hey, Tony Perez!
Here's what Imma do: I'm going to go back to your high school yearbook, where your favorite teacher said that you "really show a lot of promise, and I know you are going to realize your dream of becoming a world-famous novelist!" And that real cute, sexy, but sort of nerdy girl wrote about the inside joke that only you and she can understand, that made you feel like you were the coolest guy that ever existed; somehow above what the rest of the people surely can experience or understand. We'll use these perceptions as a meter stick to judge the relative accomplishments you've garnered thus far (where that novel be, Genre Man?), and your staying power as a force of cultural relevance, with regard to your own idea of your (former) genius. And then we'll score it, on a little old Yahtzee score pad. And we'll see how you do! And then I'll ask you if you want to write anything differently about Skyline. Because, like it or lump it, Beard did think they were wonderful… then. And, guess what? By my reckoning, they're at least as good (reliable? Dependable? "Oh-you-didn't-already-sell-the-two-you-make-nightly-'Available'?") as these dressed-up burgers that certain feverish five-star restaurants offer on their menus. These burgers are not what the framers intended when burgers were introduced as a simple, affordable staple of American cuisine. As a matter of fact, all these amazing great burgers are an Applebee's gimmick catering to lazy fucks who can't operate their own grill (I'll inject my own truffle oils, thanks). If you've ever been to Slow Bar and had their's, and not been able to go out later that night, you know these silly, ironic trifles can be toxic. If you've ever been to the hip, happening Killer Burger, you know Skyline's blows theirs out of the water.
I'm only offended by this review because an effete, well-heeled bastard has publicly given a bad review to a classic restaurant that has made its name catering to the most proletariat of night-out dishes, the humble hamburger. This recklessness will surely result in a drop in sales for Skyline Burger. But, then again, if I'm looking for Brad A. Johnson-quality food criticism, I'm afraid I'll just have to look elsewhere.
This article would have been glowing if the burgers were $20, half sized, and made with locally-sourced organically-grown Ass Trufflesâ„¢.
Here's what Imma do: I'm going to go back to your high school yearbook, where your favorite teacher said that you "really show a lot of promise, and I know you are going to realize your dream of becoming a world-famous novelist!" And that real cute, sexy, but sort of nerdy girl wrote about the inside joke that only you and she can understand, that made you feel like you were the coolest guy that ever existed; somehow above what the rest of the people surely can experience or understand. We'll use these perceptions as a meter stick to judge the relative accomplishments you've garnered thus far (where that novel be, Genre Man?), and your staying power as a force of cultural relevance, with regard to your own idea of your (former) genius. And then we'll score it, on a little old Yahtzee score pad. And we'll see how you do! And then I'll ask you if you want to write anything differently about Skyline. Because, like it or lump it, Beard did think they were wonderful… then. And, guess what? By my reckoning, they're at least as good (reliable? Dependable? "Oh-you-didn't-already-sell-the-two-you-make-nightly-'Available'?") as these dressed-up burgers that certain feverish five-star restaurants offer on their menus. These burgers are not what the framers intended when burgers were introduced as a simple, affordable staple of American cuisine. As a matter of fact, all these amazing great burgers are an Applebee's gimmick catering to lazy fucks who can't operate their own grill (I'll inject my own truffle oils, thanks). If you've ever been to Slow Bar and had their's, and not been able to go out later that night, you know these silly, ironic trifles can be toxic. If you've ever been to the hip, happening Killer Burger, you know Skyline's blows theirs out of the water.
I'm only offended by this review because an effete, well-heeled bastard has publicly given a bad review to a classic restaurant that has made its name catering to the most proletariat of night-out dishes, the humble hamburger. This recklessness will surely result in a drop in sales for Skyline Burger. But, then again, if I'm looking for Brad A. Johnson-quality food criticism, I'm afraid I'll just have to look elsewhere.
Skyline had a second location in the Yamhill Marketplace downtown for a few years in the 80's