Mrs. Riches is home to the infamous "Mountain Burger". It's half a head of lettuce, a whole tomato, whole onion, bacon, ham, fried egg, pound of beef, and enough bun to kill all the ducks in Beacon Hill Park.
I was pretty disappointed to find out the patty was only one pound, yet the cost of the burger was $26. I mean really — how much does it cost to make your "signature big bun", or whatever you call this completely unneccesary crap. A burger with only a pound of beef can barely be called "big". To put it in perspective, a similarly priced burger at Two Parrots in Vancouver has two pounds of beef.
Nevertheless, I was pretty excited when I started eating this thing. Eating a bun the size of the famous Duncan hockey stick may not be a fun challenge, but it's still a challenge. I mowed the first half pretty quickly and never considered using a knife and fork.
However... after halfway I was feeling pretty exhausted. I wasn't so much full as I was disgusted. Mrs. Riches loads on the horrible, rancid mayo to the point where it soaks through the middle bun and makes it pretty unbearable. This is to say nothing of the fact that the patty is squished pretty damn thin to fit into that massive bun. The thin patty is somewhat dry to begin with, and like a field of cotton after an hour.
I just couldn't finish this thing. I didn't want to. This is not a particularly tastey burger, and eating a loaf of bread for dinner isn't too appealing. The meat was dry (medium-well), swimming in mayo jizzum, and dwarfed by a bun the size of my head.
Ultimately underwhelming, and not worth the trip. Sometime in the future I'll be heading out to the Prairie Inn (which has a THICK one and a half pound burger). If you want a big burger, avoid Mrs. Riches... looks can be deceiving.