Another week, another burger shack. The latest venture to capitalize on our ever-growing ground-cow obsession comes courtesy of the 97 Group. Serving up a delectable delight of greasy goodness in that small hole in LKF once occupied by Cryptic, Atomic Patty ain’t just a burger joint. Obviously taking a cue from other late-night bites in its close proximity, the menu ranges past cow-chicken-fish sandwiches into hot dogs and cheese-chilli fries, beers and shakes. The variety is impressive, but the problem is there’s no specialization: while the burgers are big, bold and juicy (watch out for oil pools), they’re nothing astounding. The same goes for the “dawgs,” the burnt fries and rings, and practically everything else on the menu. And if I fork out $75 for a junk meal, it had better be a damn fine, grade-A, prime beef cheeseburger with all the trimmings – not the passable sandwich served here. A few years ago, this would’ve come with a hearty recommendation, but as I said: another week, another burger shack.