Why didn’t someone tell me?
Fuddruckers was a Sunday afternoon ritual, if you were lucky to have it off, when I was at Parris Island working recruit series twenty-odd years ago. Chocolate shakes, and incredible burgers with everything imaginable on them. And artery-clogging fries. Three years in Recruit Training Regiment meant lots of 100+ hour six- and seven-day work weeks with recruits on deck, which was always. A little air conditioning and good chow were a damned welcome break for a few hours.
I will make a last trip to Parris Island before I retire, but I was looking forward to sitting down at Fuddruckers and topping off my cholesterol. Rumor has it that the one in Alexandria VA is also closed.
Dammit, I feel old.
But that’s all shove be’ind me — long ago an’ fur away,