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Fat nasty!
I wanted to like this place. I really did. The sandwich names sound good and greasy and I thought that if I was just perfectly, overly drunk, it would score. Nuh uh. Leave this place for the 2 a.m. State Street Brats crowd.
Think of all your favorite guilty fried pleasures: jalapeno poppers, cheese curds, cheese sticks, chicken fingers, and pizza bites. They even have macaroni and cheese along with mini corndogs. Now, imagine all of these stuffed into a soft bun and topped off with a handful of cold, greasy fries. That's Fat Sandwich for ya! Amazingly, of the two sandwiches we tried, even with all that grease there was no flavor. I wanted to pull out the salt n pepper n hot sauce!
I walked down State Street the next morning and shamefully eyed the darkened Fat Sandwich window. It was covered in greasy hand prints and names written in grease. Ugh. Fat Goodbye!
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