It is funny, though...when I lived in Alaska and Five Guys was a "foreign" thing, it was delicious and I ate it every chance I could. When I first moved to the east coast and had one within 10 minutes of my house, I ate there maybe a half dozen times and then haven't been in probably at least a year.

The burgers are good and the fries are great, but every time I go, I can't help but feel like a bucket of [cajun-seasoned] grease was poured over me on my way out of the door...