Las Vegas is truly sin city on so many levels to so many people. I fell right in line on friday and did myself some sinnin' and I'll tell it all. See, what had happened was, I KNEW I was going to FATBURGER before I boarded my flight on wednesday. I knew I was going to indulge in one of my all-time favorite burger joints. Friday evening, it happened. I walked down the strip heading east and there it was, THE place to get a good old fashioned hamburger. FATBURGER! They ARE good! I got mine with "the works", cheese and bacon; an excellent combination. If you want to "take it to another level," you can slop some of their famous chili on it or a fried egg! Since I didn't want my arteries to be COMPLETELY clogged I didn't add those extras. I had a large order of FAT fries and a large drink. It was fast food deliciousness. As I'm typing this, I have a craving for one of those burgers! Aaaaaahhhhhh.... back to the story of sin. After placing my order and leaving a FAT TIP, I chose a table and waited. I looked around and noticed most of the customers were on the large size. Not one thin person in sight. Well, there was one, but she looked like a "working girl" and wasn't eating a thing. "Keep it movin, sister. This here spot is for folks that like good burgers, period" That's what I thought when I looked at her. Well, after the mix-up in order numbers was resolved, the food was brought to my table. A tiny tear formed in the corner of my right eye. What I wanted, what I craved was right in front of me. The sight and the smell were incredible. There was a spotlight shining down on my food. I smiled and took the first bite. Then another bite, and another and so on. GOOD, GOOD, GOOD!!! Each bite was juicy and delicious. The bacon was crisp, which is the way I like it. The melted cheese covered the entire burger with the edges a little brown and crusty. YES!!! The FAT fries were hot and fried to a light golden brown. A slight dip in ketchup was all they needed. The coolness of the ketchup followed immediately by the heat of the potato provided a sensory explosion in my mouth. The lemonade was tart with just the right about of sugar to balance the flavor. I can't say if it was freshly squeezed, but I can say I savored the flavor. I rubbed and lightly patted my belly when I finished my glutenous food feast. A few fries and a piled of used napkins are all that remained. I loved it. I did. It was good to me. This was orgasmic. Hell, I wanted to smoke a cigarette and I don't smoke! In addition to souvenirs, I brought back the extra pounds I gained. One thing I know now, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. It will follow you home.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
What Happens In Vegas...
Las Vegas is truly sin city on so many levels to so many people. I fell right in line on friday and did myself some sinnin' and I'll tell it all. See, what had happened was, I KNEW I was going to FATBURGER before I boarded my flight on wednesday. I knew I was going to indulge in one of my all-time favorite burger joints. Friday evening, it happened. I walked down the strip heading east and there it was, THE place to get a good old fashioned hamburger. FATBURGER! They ARE good! I got mine with "the works", cheese and bacon; an excellent combination. If you want to "take it to another level," you can slop some of their famous chili on it or a fried egg! Since I didn't want my arteries to be COMPLETELY clogged I didn't add those extras. I had a large order of FAT fries and a large drink. It was fast food deliciousness. As I'm typing this, I have a craving for one of those burgers! Aaaaaahhhhhh.... back to the story of sin. After placing my order and leaving a FAT TIP, I chose a table and waited. I looked around and noticed most of the customers were on the large size. Not one thin person in sight. Well, there was one, but she looked like a "working girl" and wasn't eating a thing. "Keep it movin, sister. This here spot is for folks that like good burgers, period" That's what I thought when I looked at her. Well, after the mix-up in order numbers was resolved, the food was brought to my table. A tiny tear formed in the corner of my right eye. What I wanted, what I craved was right in front of me. The sight and the smell were incredible. There was a spotlight shining down on my food. I smiled and took the first bite. Then another bite, and another and so on. GOOD, GOOD, GOOD!!! Each bite was juicy and delicious. The bacon was crisp, which is the way I like it. The melted cheese covered the entire burger with the edges a little brown and crusty. YES!!! The FAT fries were hot and fried to a light golden brown. A slight dip in ketchup was all they needed. The coolness of the ketchup followed immediately by the heat of the potato provided a sensory explosion in my mouth. The lemonade was tart with just the right about of sugar to balance the flavor. I can't say if it was freshly squeezed, but I can say I savored the flavor. I rubbed and lightly patted my belly when I finished my glutenous food feast. A few fries and a piled of used napkins are all that remained. I loved it. I did. It was good to me. This was orgasmic. Hell, I wanted to smoke a cigarette and I don't smoke! In addition to souvenirs, I brought back the extra pounds I gained. One thing I know now, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. It will follow you home.
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I'm Hungry after reading all that.
ReplyDeleteAs in the song "The Men All Pause":
So, I went down to the local Fat Burger. As soon as my feet hit the door I had all the attention from the dance floor. Don't you know the men all pause, when I walk into the room...