*Sigh* Oh how the mighty have fallen. Back when I was still but a babe in the burger woods, I gushed about this package as if it had descended from heaven on a cloud of fairy wings. Now it's four years later and I can barely finish the thing.
You see that raft of lettuce there? Seriously dudes--this thing was so massive Noah could have used it as a replacement ark. The patty is just a few shades shy of being the monstrous car wreck that is (was?) known as Shark Club's Double-Fisted Bacon Cheeseburger. It's one of those patties that seems to ooze water instead of grease. Glo tries to gussy up their burger with a couple of house sauces, but they end up serving as more of a distraction than an enhancement.
I sincerely hope I was simply unlucky enough to arrive at Glo on a busy day when they had been forced to go to the grocery store to buy some el cheapo extra patties to stock the kitchen with. Sadly, however, I don't think that's the case. Gone are the good times my friends. Gone are the good times.
VERDICT: Good patio, bad burger.