Think Burger, think Greek. Think Ann, the owner of this really old-school burger shack down by the ocean. She was born in Greece, so she adds spices from home, and they give her sandwiches and gyros mysterious, haunting echoes. Fennel? Mint? Garlic? Oregano? Dill? Probably. It’s refreshing. And it applies to her burgers too. Especially the one that the menu doesn’t mention, the Western Burger. Sure, it’s got fixins, through bacon, cheese, pickles, crispy giant onion rings, but it’s those Greek spices. They kick you gently in the butt. Make you think of Zorba the Greek. “You said dance?! Come on, man!” Only open Friday, Saturday, Sunday, during the off-season.