Our Year-Long Road Trip to Revolutionize Fast Food
One year ago, we packed a beat-up van, fueled up on cheap coffee, and hit the highway with one mission:
“Steal America’s best flavors and unleash them in one gloriously unhinged menu”
We didn’t just visit the USA – we crashed its kitchens, bribed its pitmasters, and absorbed its foodie soul. In Nashville, we got addicted to that face-melting heat – the kind that makes you sweat but begs for another bite. In the Midwest, we learned the sacred art of the smash – that crispy, juicy beef magic that haunts your dreams. Down South we mastered crunchy-but-juicy chicken that crackles like a campfire and hugs your soul. Fries must be loaded to obnoxious heights On backroad diner stools, we swore a blood oath:
“Fries must be loaded to obnoxious heights”
For 365 days, we ate, tested, and (occasionally) cried spicy tears. Why? Because “good enough” is for sandwiches without personality.
No boring rules. No timid recipes. Just unapologetic, insta-cravable chaos on a bun
(or in a box… no judgment).
We threw convention out the deep-fryer window. Mixed Nashville fire with Midwest beefy love. Paired Southern crunch with shake-your-soul milkshakes. Created burgers that slap, wings that wreck, and fries that need a forklift.
Bring your messiest appetite. Napkins are free.
Regrets?
Absolutely not.
This isn’t just food. It’s a cult of crunch, a church of heat, a tribe of the deliciously deranged
Come taste what happens when passion, a year-long bender, and zero chill collide.
Boring burgers fear us. Your taste buds will thank you.
EAT THE EVIDENCE
