When I heard that the folks at the Regal Beagle had done an overhaul of their kitchen and renamed it Stuft after their burgers which are stuffed with cheese, I was intrigued, sure, but I imagined a real overhaul.
But when I walked into the Regal Beagle, a bar I’d probably been to — I don’t know — once before, it looked pretty much exactly how I remember it. Only when I was last there, it was nighttime, so it was appropriately lit for the late-night bunch of drunks. And you know when you’ve stayed too late at a bar and they turn all the lights on and everybody looks like total shit and feels like total shame on a plate? Well, that, not too surprisingly, is a lot like what Stuft feels like inside the dark, dank Regal Beagle. Only the shame part comes a bit later, after you’ve ordered and eaten some of the greasiest fried pickles and onions you’ve come across. And you’ll feel that same shameful feeling again, after you finish your burger, which will undoubtedly come stuffed with cheese and topped with any number of the following: onions, bacon, bacon marmalade, more cheese, ranch, chili, fritos and goodness knows what else.
So yeah, it was good. But I’m not sure it was worth all the shame.
Stuft at the Regal Beagle | 5323 Greenville Ave