Dino's Burgers

With greasy fries, a chicken plate that sticks to your ribs and fried burgers that come with more extras than a new car, Dino’s is the kind a place you go when you’ve got heart attack on your mind. It’s also open before the roosters in the neighborhood start cackling, for those mornings you need a chorizo-and-eggs breakfast before dawn. It’s bit rough around the edges so think twice about taking the boss’ daughter here, but the food is served in little red baskets and right on target. Dino’s has a line for days, so it has to be doing something right with its original ghetto fabulous spin on the traditional grease pit. It’s not the burger joint of your celluloid dreams—you won’t find the Fonz kicking it in the men’s room—but it gets the best bang out of that lonely fiver in your wallet.