Judgement Day. Well it’s finally happened, A Fatburger has opened in the backyard playground I call New York City. It’s located at 507 Third Avenue (Murray Hill) in the one double-O one six.
The next closest one for us NYers is in Atlantic City at The Borgata. I don’t know about you, but I can go without the trip down to “Sunglasses at Night Alley”
I have had a lot of great burgers, but Fatburger is kind of a stand alone when it comes to its mysterious allure and ability to produce a dangerous voracity in it’s pursuers. Yes, once you have had it…you too will become a pursuer.
You probably haven’t tried it yet. By all means, do not check it out. I don’t want you in line in front of me anyway.
But if you want to feel ravenous and yearn for something like you’re Everything But The Girl…
I suggest you go here when you are in the city and order XXXL Fatburger with EVERYTHING on it, including a fried egg and chili.
What can I say, I’m a fan of this place.
And here is why. My first introduction to the term “Fatburger”: