I sense a theme emerging

It’s my first week of this blog and you must think that I’m obsessed with eating. Yes, I am! My nickname in college was Hungry. No kidding. (Of course back then the calories burned off by me just breathing, but now decades later, it’s a little harder to offset my indulgences. More on my plans to combat this later.) I hope you don’t mind the copious amounts of food pictures that I plan to post. I’ll try to throw something inedible on this blog every once in awhile.

So, check out this burger my hubby ordered at Fat Freda’s in Colonial Beach, Va. It’s really ridiculous: two all beef patties tucked between three slices of fresh brioche, held together by a layer of cheddar cheese, crispy bacon and deli sliced ham. It was the size of a football—good if you like to gorge, bad if you’re watching your waistline. I sampled a couple of bites, of course, and it was fresh and juicy. My hubby finally finished it after frequent moments of silence; good thing he had two cold beers to wash it down. Needless to say, he wished he had ordered a smaller burger.

I tried the fish sandwich. It wasn't amazing but it did look good! It wasn't mashed up and pieced together to conform to the bun shape. You just never know what you're eating when what's between your bun fits perfectly.

I wish I could find Fat Freda’s website (tried and it was obsolete?) so you can see its entire menu but here’s what to expect if you go: popular eat-in or take-out restaurant offering soups, salads, wraps, and colossal burgers and sandwiches (the crab cake sandwich is a favorite among patrons and the cake itself is the size of a softball—with no fillers), long wait for (the scanty) service, nice staff. It has a good size patio—and free theatre style popcorn!

Have you been to Fat Freda’s? Let me know what you think!