unimaginatively unappealing. one of the oddest catalina foothills burger-perspectives i've foreseeably followed routinely with peers and total strangers out of a random recommendation i got from the local scene on 4th.
even though i do not have an utmost and sincere hatred for zinburger, i also will not be going back, to either of their two tucson locations, because, as you see, its interior (as well exterior) design just didn't speak to me, its listed menu options were a bit pricey for what they ultimately were offering, and, among others, waitresses in miniskirts only work if the food they bring to your table is a) incredibly good and b) if they're attentive to their customers. neither accurately describes the waitresses at zb, sadly, so the miniskirts' seemingly only real function is to get as many guys in there as humanly possible. its look is a mix of indie awkwardness, post-modernist and tex-mex architecture. they have paintings of cows sniffing glasses of wine on their doors. um, okay. i ordered an applewood smoked bacon salad only to be boringly surprised with how much applewood smokiness it truly lacked. theservicewas nothing to write home about, if anything it would be just below "average" or "decent", however i was more than a little ticked at our waitresses: after nearing fifteen minutes and no food, she had come out of the kitchen only to see our table, our inpatient eyes, and avoided us entirely for most of the night. i'm not kidding, she avoided our table -- we actually had to call someone else over just so we can ask them if they knew anything about our food. they of course had no idea but soon enough the manager came out and apologized for the wait; free dipping bread and sauce was given to our table for the long-ass wait. nice effort, but it didn't save the meal for me at all. i also tried a burger, nothing too fancy, just an ordinary burger (pitched as a "zinburger") and thought it didn't have very much, if any, flavor. any fries bought here have to be purchased separately from the burger which i did, nor will i ever, understand.
thanks, but no thanks.