She took out her phone, looked up an address, and we started walking in that direction. I did not know what she was planning. When we got to Big Daddy's, she revealed that she had eaten there once years ago and it was great, and they had perhaps the best tater tots she had ever tried. (That really didn't mean much to me; I am not a big tater tot fan. I mean, they're still fried pieces of potato, so I'll eat them, but I much prefer fries.)
(Although by the time we were done eating, almost everyone had cleared out, so I got to take some unobstructed photos.)
Elizabeth had the burger and she loved it. She couldn't finish it so she gave me a bite. It was a better-than-average diner burger, no doubt about that, but I can't really be any more effusive. You won't go wrong ordering this, but don't go out of your way for it. The pickles were really good, however.
The tater tots were pretty good. Coming from me, that's high praise. They aren't the best I've ever had - not even the best I've had in New York City; I actually had tater tots over the summer that were the best I have ever had in my life, one day I promise I will write about that place after I return for a second meal - but I enjoyed them, which is not something I can usually say for tots.
It was a fun meal at Big Daddy's. I don't love diners like Elizabeth does but I admit a fondness for retro-style joints, probably because they remind me of childhood Sunday afternoons at the long-gone Rose City Diner in Pasadena. I would have no problem returning to Big Daddy's if the situation came up. But honestly, I have no idea what that situation might be, and I certainly am not going to ever make an effort to return.