Your Momma's so phat that most Austinites put their mouths between her buns without a second thought.
I hate to disagree with the 44,219 people who give Your Mom a high rating, but there was no orgasmatron involved in my lunch today.
I understand that the cheese-inside-the-meat concept is novel, but frankly, it's not good. Not the way Mom's does it, anyway. I continually couldn't decide if I wanted to try the cheese outside the patty or not. Eventually, I decided I wanted to try it with the cheese atop the patty. Having it inside the patty made it taste retired; past its prime, and a little off. But who knows, it may have tasted bad had it been atop the patty. Am I a patty-pooper? Possibly. Does Your Mom's stink at making cheese-in-patty delicacies? More than likely so. But the patty was cooked too well-done for my taste. I didn't even get a chance to specify the cooking temp. I don't like crusty ash on my meat.
Despite the fact that I was a virgin of Your Mom's, I opted not to try the french fries. I decided on this because I am not much of a french-fry fan, so you should generally take my french-fry reviews with a grain of salt. Heh, heh-heh, heh... salt.
Service was great, though. The employees kept offering me french fries and asking how everything was.
If I happen to be east of I-35 on Cesar Chavez during the week during a normal hour, I will more than likely patronize a Messycan restaurant rather than a half-assed burger joint.