Ah, Hells Kitchen. Local bikers know the “motorsports restaurant” in Lake Elsinore is the place to stop along the twisty Ortega Highway ride to compare hogs, enjoy cold ones and buy shit with flames all over it from the gift counter.
Hells Kitchen also features snappy messages on the marquee out front. Based on the one snapped the other day (and displayed after the jump), it's a good bet falafel won't be served there anytime soon . . .