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| - Day Two (and final) of my non-beef burger binge closed with a bite at Bad Daddy's.
The Frenchie has such promise: a very salty turkey patty covered in oozing brie, sliced apples, applewood smoked bacon, garlic mayo and the phone number of a local cardiologist. This is supposed to feel healthier, ain't it? The flavors work, remarkably well, and I wolfed down the 'wich faster than Albert Camus' literary protagonist's descent in to madness. (L'Etranger reference +1)
Three cheers for the slaw, which held a hefty dose of caraway seed (?) and a proper crunch. One cheer for noticing the seeds in the apple slices before taking a bite -- there were a bunch. Service was on point at first, then steadily waned as the meal progressed. Had to chase down the server for a check.
I'd order the Frenchie again, but wouldn't necessarily clear a path to Bad Daddy's. Then again, it's an airport, and A-OK may be tough to come by.
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