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| - Stopped in with Classy Mike (and our Pittsburgh-resident friend, Mr. Matt-bot) on the first stop of our New York to Los Angeles road trip.
Though we'd obviously be eating out every day of the road trip, Classy Mike and I set the goal to not gorge ourselves until we got to San Francisco. So, like total idiots and hypocrites, we came to Fat Heads on our first night. (For those unacquainted, bring Classy Mike to a place like Fat Heads to finally get the answer to the question, "Do you need THAT MANY chicken wings?")
Fat Heads is obviously positioning themselves to capture the vibe of Fridays/Chili's while offering better food and a better beer selection. On that, they clearly succeed (on all counts - it is LOUD in there, uncomfortably so).
They've chosen to go the "Society is looking for healthy food, so we'll ironically just position ourselves as incredibly unhealthy and a place to get a giant fatty sandwich" marketing route. I had the aptly named "Mighty Fine Bovine", featuring both brisket and pastrami. Perhaps, though, the Fridays-esque nature of the restaurant naturally lowered my expectations. But I thought it was pretty good - oddly, the sandwich didn't come with that much meat, but a huge amount of bread. As someone who prefers smaller portions and generally tosses most of the bread, that was fine with me. But I could see some, ah, fat heads, being perturbed at that. Also, the wings were solid.
I'd be remiss if I didn't point out that the menu notes that the sandwiches come with homemade chips, and that you can't substitute them, because they take a lot of hard work. Therefore, it continues, you should think that you're paying for the sandwich and getting the chips for free. But this is stubbornly arbitrary - you can't take one part of a package that you're paying a flat fee for and say that it's not what you're paying for. Ugh.
Food: 17/25 stars
Ambiance: 9/25 stars
Service: 14/25 stars
Bathroom: 18/25 stars
Probability of going back: 50%
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