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Fuddruckers
Jun. 14th, 2007 05:15 amI'm going to say it. Last night, Bill, Scott, and Richard came over for dinner, and after a series of disasters, we ended up at Fuddruckers.
I had no idea a restaurant could suck like that. You'll notice distinct radio silence on the guys' part, but I'm going to say it. Fuddruckers. Yeah, that's right. Fuddruckers, bitches, Concord representin'.
John and Richard joked about taking the others to The Trough, which can be funny in a food cruelty kind of way, but I wasn't having it. Now I'm going to say this: I was wrong. We should have slopped at The Trough. There. Happy?
I ate a Fuddruckers hamburger and went deaf due to children and air hockey. That shit will never happen again.
I had no idea a restaurant could suck like that. You'll notice distinct radio silence on the guys' part, but I'm going to say it. Fuddruckers. Yeah, that's right. Fuddruckers, bitches, Concord representin'.
John and Richard joked about taking the others to The Trough, which can be funny in a food cruelty kind of way, but I wasn't having it. Now I'm going to say this: I was wrong. We should have slopped at The Trough. There. Happy?
I ate a Fuddruckers hamburger and went deaf due to children and air hockey. That shit will never happen again.
