There's nothing I like more than a cool independent old-school burger joint, and nothing I like less than giving a cool independent old-school burger joint a bad review. However, Frosty King insisted on it.
As we drove up I-5, we resisted the temptation to go chain, so we drove off the Interstate three miles to decaying Buttonwillow. About the only place with food was Frosty King, and it looked old and shabby, but that's not going to stop me. Heck, that encourages me.
Frosty King was deserted at 5pm on a Saturday, which was a bad sign. Even was we got to the window, it seemed like it was closed. But, eventually an older guy (my age) showed up to take our order.
Not knowing what we wanted, I asked for a recommendation. I got the ol' "everything's good" claim. So, I pressed him, "There must be something that's special." Nope, apparently. According to him, the quality of everything on the menu is exactly the same. That is not a good sign.
Trying to get information about the various menu items was like pulling teeth. Had we not felt bad for the sad little establishment and the town, we would have left. So, we ordered chili cheese fries. Had the guy been more forthcoming, we would have ordered a couple of burgers and more. But that was not to be.
As it turned out, the chili (w/ beans) cheese fries were serviceable. Not great, but certainly not awful. Crinkle cut fries added a bit of interest. The amount of cheese was less than you'd expect on chili cheese fries, but that was fine with me--I thought the balance was fine.
Anyway, the experience was less than satisfactory. One thing a place like this has to offer is personality and enthusiasm. Frosty King had neither, and that probably explains the lack of customers at a prime time for dining.
Sadly, definitely not worth the three-mile drive from I-5. I wish it had been.