a Filipina on Whitey's

I never thought I'd see the day when I would eat at a place called Whitey's.

I thought it was a joke.

Who would seriously name an establishment Whitey's much less Whitney's Booze and Burgers?

But someone did.

Dad2Amara and I have heard plenty of people rave about the place. And because we found ourselves literally in its neighborhood, we decided to see what all the hoopla was about.

I had the Maggie burger topped with mushrooms and grilled onions. I ate a fourth of it. It was that big.

Plus I ate most of the mountain of fries they served up.

It felt weird eating here.

I was honestly the only non-Caucasian eating at the restaurant. At least Amara has a little German in her to pass as part of the restaurant's namesake.

It was bigger than a seedy roadside bar. But smaller than a typical chain. So you could still see everybody.

A bit too close for comfort if you ask me.

But the food was good. I'd go again. If I was brave enough too.