And they called it "Awful."

I'll admit it, I lived in Reno for four years without trying the Awful Awful. I'm just not a fan of food that is named awful, because I've had some awful food in the past. I'm also not a super fan of finding the front door of a restaurant in a back alley. This dog wont hunt, is usually what crosses my mind.

However, after the slight awkwardness of walking into such a place in full launch party cocktail attire, and figuring out exactly what was going on, I found a seat at the bar with Bill and Jason, and waited for the awful truth.

Apparently, the Awful Awful can be found in many places in town that end in "...Nugget," but I have been told that the Little Nugget (the one with the door in Fulton Alley) has the BEST!

When my awful did arrive (oh, the name means Awful big, Awful good), it was indeed big. The monstrous patty, topped with half-a-head of lettuce and what seemed to be a whole onion, was nestled between a bun the size of coffee coasters.

And it was pretty good, as witnessed by the fact I ate the whole effin' thing, and most of the fries.

It certainly wasn't religious, but it was good. I don't know if I'll have it again, but I'm a better Renoite, indeed a better man, for having experienced it.