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| - Oh, this is bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. Not the food. That is delicious. It is bad because now their is a Fukuburger which is fairly easy to get to and I don't have to go chasing it all over town. This is bad for my waste line and my ever aging heart. Those Japanese have taken the science of burgerology and turned it into an art form. Bachi is till my favorite and true love, but Fuku is my guilty pleasure. It's that little thing I got on the side when I am feeling a little naughty and need something quick, messy debauchery.
There is no way to describe the burger other than to say it is a hot mess of indistinguishable organic matter that somehow congeals into what I can only imagine ecstasy would taste like if you could make the sensation a flavor. And don't forget the fries. Gotta have the fries. They have a little spice so for those of you who are sensitive to the scoville scale be warned. They are not hot for the normal human, but I dined with someone who has trouble eating bell peppers and they complained about the spice. What ever burger you order needs to have a friend egg on it. That is a need, and should be a law as soon as I can get my bill through the state assembly.
So why not five stars. Weeellllll...it's not the food. It's the surroundings There is no bathroom in the FAME whatever the hell it is. The bathroom is outside and about 70 meters down from the restaurant. That's fine except a Fukuburger is about one of the messiest things you will ever eat. You can't finish one without covering you hands in a sticky burger paste that is so caustic they should have used to seal up the reactor at Fukashima. It's not something you want to walk 70 meters in the Las Vegas sun hardening on your hands. Second thing is the FAME whatever the hell it is styles itself a night club so at random moments the stereo systems comes blasting out of the speakers until the DJ can get his/her equipment right. But rest assured once he/her gets settled then the music gets really loud. Tuesday night, 7pm, sounded like I was in a meat grinder on top of a iron forge which was built underneath a 747 constantly taking off in the middle of the Electric Daisy Carnival. It was stupidly loud. Next time I might just buy my burger and take it across the street to the Flour & Barley which has a great bar, great bartenders, and a pretty chill Tuesday night vibe.
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