I'm not sure what it is about FatBurger that's caused it to fall out of my good graces so, but here we are at two lowly stars. Maybe it's because my first FB experience was at the Las Vegas Strip FatBurger, at three in the morning, surrounded by hookers, pimps, punters, johns, pushers, bookies, trannies, and all remaining manner of late-night underbelly. It added charm, whimsy, and terrifying people watching.\n\nSince then, every time I've been progressively more disappointed. We've reached the nadir here, with burgers that lack any real flavor to me, unless I punch them up with the tasty cholesterol of a fried egg on them. I don't know what they're NOT doing, but when Smashburger just down the street is creating a burger of kings, jam-packed with SMASH flavor, I can't help but be disappointed at the lifeless patty of beef crying out for a savior of spice. Alas, none to be found, it forces its way down my gullet, falling into a heap of shame and indigestion.\n\nThe fries are, well, they're run-of-the-mill frozen steak fries.\n\nI suppose for someone that bills themselves as the last great hamburger stand, I really wish they'd focus on, you know, making great hamburgers. For now, I'll swing down to Smashburger or, in a pinch, shame-eat at Five Guys.
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