rev:text
| - Wow. We opted to go to Fatburger on a Monday night INSTEAD of going to a strip club. This has to say something about the draw of their 'cuisine' here. Perhaps it's sprinkled with a ghetto-fabulous dust that has the same addictive qualities as coke (I believe this dust is sodium and lard-based).
For the two of us, we ordered about 60 dollars worth of food. The food isn't good, but if you feel the craving of a pregnant lady itching inside you for fried and greasy food that will probably dissipate the moment holy water ever touched it, this is your place.
We went around 3am and it was still open, so yay for the hours.
I got some oreo shake concoction, and it was so thick that when I turned my cup upside-down, the shake was still in place; not one drop leaked out of the cup.
We ordered the chicken burger, 2 other burgers with assorted toppings, hotdog, chili fries, onion rings, beer (from outside), and the shake. After all, we had a checklist for things to do while in Vegas, and our list was basically a list of the 7 sins. Gluttony, check.
It was all very wrong, but felt so right.
|