I've never drank there, but the food is homemade.

It's not the boos that draw me to the Red Key. It's the homemade grub.

A buddy dragged me in there insisting that he order for me and I'd be pleasantly surprised. I begrudgingly accepted, I mean after all someone order for you, they get the check right?

So I hear the words "Two cheeseburgers with everything with sides of potato salad." The waitress leaves and I immediately pipe up, "Hey I don't like potato salad." "Just wait Jammy, I'm pretty sure you'll like it." "Alright man."

The food gets there at it looks like we're at a cook out at a park. Seriously. It's awesome. The cheeseburgers have that nice charcoal briquet SHAPE not taste. They taste great, but they are obviously hand pattied into little ovoid balls of meaty love.

For the life of me, I couldn't believe it... I liked the potato salad, I normally hate the stuff. It's white, not some mustard laden yellow goo.

My old roommate used to drink here regularly and he never complained. Of course we did only live one block away. I'll give it a whirl someday.

If you ever can't make it to a cook out, here's the place.