Hours
| Saturday | 7 AM–10 PM |
| Sunday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Monday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Tuesday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Wednesday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Thursday | 7 AM–10 PM |
| Friday | 7 AM–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 416 E Foothill Blvd, San Dimas, CA 91773
Phone: (909) 599-9674
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Reviews
It’s a cool neighborhood burger joint, very casual and not fancy, with indoor and outdoor seating plus a drive-thru. They serve breakfast all day along with the usual burger stand staples. Service was friendly and quick.
The vibe is super laid-back. Families with kids fresh from soccer games, groups of friends hanging out. It’s that kind of spot.
I ordered the Everything Breakfast Burrito without ham. It came packed with bacon, sausage, eggs, cheese, and hashbrowns. The tortilla was fresh and tasty, but overall the burrito ate a little dry. For me, the hashbrowns dominated too much, and the eggs, sausage, and cheese didn’t get a chance to shine. No sauce inside either, so ketchup or some salsa on the side is a must.
Next time, I’ll probably try one of their breakfast specials. Looking around at other tables, I was definitely jealous. Everything else looked pretty good.
Classic burger. Very old fashioned.
The price for the Burger combo, you cannot find this in California now.
Definitely a place I will revisit when I’m in the area.
Nothing fancy, just good old Burger
Update: Avocado burger and onion rings.
Their breakfast burrito USED to be SO good.
Now it’s 4 pounds of potatoes and one egg.
What a complete waste of money for flavorless overpriced potatoes in a dry tortilla.
Never again will I go here!!!!
It looks like it used to be something else once. Maybe an old McDonald’s. Maybe just another forgotten fast-food joint that time left behind. Kosmos didn’t bother erasing that history. It embraced it. Red vinyl booths line the room like they’ve absorbed decades of conversations. The napkin dispensers are the old metal kind, heavy and honest, the kind that don’t apologize for existing.
I opt for the bacon cheeseburger. It takes a while, and that’s the point. It’s made to order, like the fries, not rushed and not pretending otherwise. The patty is thin and char-broiled, with a familiar taste you don’t question because you already trust it. The Thousand Island brings it all home. There’s comfort in that kind of burger. You know exactly what you’re getting, and it’s exactly what you expect. It’s like all the small mom-and-pop joints learned the recipe from the same quiet place long ago. Most of those places are gone now. This one isn’t.
The drinks come in a “small” that’s really a medium, and go all the way up to a large that’s massive. The kind that keeps you hydrated for the long drive ahead, wherever you’re headed next.
The place sits on old Route 66, and it knows it. There’s no manufactured nostalgia here. Just the real thing. A roadside stop that reminds you how travel used to feel before everything became optimized, branded, and disposable. Be sure to grab an ice cream. Yes, their machine is actually in service.
I make a point to stop here whenever I’m passing through Azusa, Glendora, or San Dimas. Not because I have to. Because it feels wrong not to.