The Smitty’s Review!
Please take a moment and step back in time with us to revel in the enormity of the Fat Smitty’s Burger. As a reminder, this was the 14th burger we consumed but we didn’t post our review, as it was being published in The Local. As that edition has already been on the news stands for some time, we thought we’d grace you with it here now. Bon appetit!
Four months, ten days, and entirely too many thin patties into this project and we were ready for some real MEAT. So we did what any rational hungry person would and let curb appeal be our decider. If oversized wooden burger sculptures are any indication we knew Fat Smitty’s served up one meaty burger. Excited to put politics aside, we readied our growling tums and made the journey to patronize this conspicuous highway 101 eatery.
We each ordered one Fat Smitty Burger. Only one of us intuited that this would be too much food. Two large patties, three pieces of bread, two gooey slices of cheese, two layers of bacon, lots of sauce, thickly shredded iceberg, tomatoes, pickles on top. It's exhausting just writing it.
One with fries, one with onion rings. We were hungry. One root beer float, one strawberry shake. REALLY hungry. Here were our impressions, in order of emergence:
1.) The wait staff possessed the uncanny skill of being able to read how hungry customers were with little more than a glance. Color us impressed.
2.) The burger was one patty, one bun, and half an onion too big. (One of us nearly had an infarction trying to master its consumption.)
3.) Bacon was perfect. Bravo.
4.) Fat Smitty's seems to worship at the alter of Sauce being the Boss. Our burgers were drippy, saucy perfection, BUT . . .
5.) . . . Unfortunately their bun choice was a complete failure in its fragility. Do Over.
All in all though, this was a tasty burger that allowed all its components to shine through while each simultaneously having a say in the mashup of flavors. We'd certainly go back, but never for the eponymous Fat Smitty Burger; next time a deluxe cheeseburger would more than do the trick. But sans fries, as they were garbage. The onion rings were overcooked, but one of us likes them like that (at least we admit it).