No two ways about it: Tim’s is a dive. Not a dressed-down yuppie hot spot marketing itself as “casual” and “unpretentious,” but an honest-to-goodness greasy spoon. But where else would you find the low-priced burgers in the city? Tim’s are so enormous—a full pound of beef for four bucks—they make your jaw ache. They’re the kind of burgers that, with each bite, send pink juice running down your arms. The kind where your napkin is in tatters after five minutes. And Tim’s is the kind of place where when you ask for medium-rare, it comes medium rare.