Part of the problem that I have with Midwestern geniality is the irrepressible urge to celebrate a person for an accomplishment without examining whether or not the accomplishment is worth celebrating in the first place. Such is certainly the case for Standing Room Only (610 S Dearborn St, Chicago), a little store front restaurant that emphatically proclaims itself as the original purveyor of turkey burgers. The store is staffed by men with greasy wings in their hair and tracksuits on their torsos. The turkey burger is not dry, but certainly tasteless, and sparsely accompanied by tomato, shredded lettuce, and a slice of pickle. Not a large, delicious dill, but rather an anemic synopsis of what a pickle should be. The bland and uncompelling taste of the meat paired with the boring accoutrement leaves the sandwich admirer saying, “That’s it?” The only redeemable quality is that of the pan baked bun, which was slightly sweet and hearty, but makes an appearance with all their burgers. That alone however could not redeem this kitchen made catastrophe. Boo for the turkey burger.
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