Flattopps

Flattopps makes no sense. Our brains can barely handle this place, and we don’t know how it exists. But it does. And if you want a burger with Captain-Crunch-crusted-bacon and French toast for buns, you can get one here. That burger is called the “Gucci Mane,” and it could be the least healthy thing we’ve ever eaten. It’s also comforting in a weird way. Like if a dog came up to you and asked you how your day was. Strange and dreamlike, but also kind of nice. That said, this place doesn’t make the best burgers in NYC. It does, however, make the most original ones. The Gucci Mane is only the beginning.