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Lucky Boy in Pasadena is a Landmark. It even says so on the menu. Local families and students have been coming to the outdoor stand for over 30 years. The charred burgers come with mild onions, grilled upon request, lettuce, and the biggest tomato you have ever seen. The buns are toasted on the grill, a nice old-school touch. The chili is meaty and not too spicy, a perfect addition to the burger.
The fries are thick-cut, crispy outside and like a baked potato inside. Unfortunately the shakes aren't made out of real ice cream, but come out of one of those weird powdered emulsifier abominations.
The main draw at Lucky Boy isn't the burger though. The teenage boys come in for the humongous breakfast burrito, stuffed with hash browns, eggs, cheese and loads of bacon. The breakfast of champions.
