Nothing like having a Bates hamburger to start your day off. I can not think of anything better to eat, than a Bates. The place is an icon and has stood the test of time. A classic place to remember when you were in high school driving a Mustang Mach1 and pulling into the parking lot at 2am after seeing a rock band at West Side 6 and ordering a sack of hamburgers with everything. Ah the smell of grease seeping through the white bag with french fries and a pop.
You just have to stop at Bates on your travels through Detroit. I even have a Bates t-shirt to wear to show my loyalty.
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