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Entered on: July 12, 2004 12:00 AM by BigFatty
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Happy Birthday to Fatty. Here I am with my Annual New Birthday Haircut enjoying a Birthday lunch. Man, this place was crazy. It is called Sir Lancelots and it is a middle-aged period restaurant. Whats that mean? Well I'll tell ya. It is in a cellar of a building, all dark and cool. The decor is very King Arthurish, with suits of armour and swords. The tables are big long one ones with wooden benches. There are some lights, but your main one is the candle on your table. The dude tied a cloth bib around my neck..... I knew I was going to like the place. The silverware was a knife and a spoon. Your hands did the rest..... GROG. Its my birthday so I went at it Fatty style. I ordered the Red Knight Feast for 3,495 HUF (How am I doing Swerb?) or about 18 bucks. I didn't know exactly all I was getting, but I saw Sirloin with sausage and onions, and I with it. Shit Negros, I had some work to do. The first course of soup filled me right up. It was served with a small walnut aperitif (liqour) that was so strong it knocked my socks off. Then the main course pictured. Man, I didn't know what I ordered, but it was all here. Stuffed chicken breast, a huge steak kabob with sausage, onion, and yes Swerb, bacon. It was so crispy I think it was deep fried. There was a huge potato pancake and some flat cake, plus half the plate was filled with huge pieces of fruit. Oh it was on. I managed to eat most of the sum'bitch Fatty style. Three-pizza Roche would have been proud. That platter was of Jimmy's proportions. I even ate the yummy fruit. To add insult to injury, they brought out dessert. Which I only ate half (sorry). Of course all that greasy goodness prompted a quick trip to the shitter. The funny thing was before I looked at the menu, I ordered a sensible Diet Coke. Gotta watch the calories. By the end of the meal I drank 1 liter of the stuff. Everything in moderation my friends :)
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FATTY_PHOTO 29 - 5 Comments
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Happy Birthday Fatstation. That sound like a great meal done right. (By the way, Euro cuisine is superior to U.S.)
Also, where are the hotties?
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Holy shit this is a hilarious picture. I love it. It looks like a Fatty Thanksgiving where he got more than he bargained for, and now he's sizing up the competition, ready to embroil himself in an epic struggle.
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Man, that platter is big enough to go sledding Clark Griswald style. You wouldn't even have to grease it after all that savoury goodness.
Happy Birthday Bro'hair
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What? No pig with an apple in its mouth?
Happy Birthday, EuroFats!
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Happy Fatday, I mean Birthday Fatolicious. That looks like my brand of justice.
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