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You guys are clueless! Freddie is the best and if any of you knew him this would not be an issue.
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You guys are clueless! Freddie is the best and if any of you knew him this would not be an issue.
You guys are clueless! Freddie is the best and if any of you knew him this would not be an issue.
You guys are clueless! Freddie is the best and if any of you knew him this would not be an issue.
Did you read what I wrote??
It says Fred went to the party celebration until 4am .... You aren't celebrating anything before the game is played
READ BEFORE POSTING.
Opinion. One of my friends went to Waltham High with him and has told me he was a jerk and a bully. That's all I have to go on, but that could be opinion, too. This woman says she knew him well.
Knowing Fred he was put til 4 am Sat. night celebrating the $10k he made off of scalping his SB seat to someone.
Steve is a good guy also, but he deserves to take the beating he is taking...
30 years is a long time to hold a grudge. Freddie is Freddie, the same in person as on the air. There isn't another person I know who I would defend on a forum like this. Steve is a good guy also, but he deserves to take the beating he is taking, Freddie is a guy who, if you are his friend, will do anything for you. He has worked hard and has a very successful business, BTW the food is outstanding.
Freddie hasn't done anything to deserve this, so what is the motivation?
Then you obviously don't know Fred.
So i take it Your Not going back...... Very funny read. I give it Three 'Sfrom yelp, this is gold
I had the displeasure of going to Fred & Steve's Steakhouse two weeks ago. It was a Friday evening around 6:30 pm and the place wasn't too busy....red flag number one.
We were greeted at the door by Steve DeOssie. He's apparently and ex NFL player. He looks more like the star player on the deep fryer chicken finger bobbing team. I've seen baboon's rear-ends with a smoother complexion...but I digress..
We started off with the 14 dollar chilled "jumbo" shrimp ****tail. If you like room temp, fishy smelling medium sized shrimp, this is the app for you. The roasted black pepper ****tail sauce tasted like Hunts ketchup with coffee grounds liberally sprinkled in. I choked down one, but ended up spitting it back into my napkin and kicking it under the table. My guest took one bite and raced to the restroom.
Next up was a thimble, I mean, cup of French Onion Soup. Checking in at 8 bucks, it works out to about four bucks per ounce. Once you chiseled through the gummy layer of Velveeta, the soup had the consistency of a drunk's vomit. Not much solid in it...straight liquid. There did appear to be several slivers of onion in the brown water which I chalked up to a mistake by the "chef."
For our next "Fear Factor" challenge, we ordered the "Wedge." A 9 dollar, quarter head of cheap iceberg lettuce. Sprinkled with the kind of "bacon" bits that last 15 years in the back of your spice shelf, and accompanied by a glob of gorganzola cheese that looked like it was recycled...from another patron of this hell hole. This disaster was also kicked under the table. Too bad we weren't sitting outside or we could have killed some pigeons with this slop as well.
My guest and I then moved onto the entree...Porterhouse for two...why not, it's only 75 bucks. I asked for it medium rare. What arrived under a dingy and dented serving lid looked like the carcass of a large snapping turtle bearing the stench of a housebound obese person's fartbox. I didn't know whether to eat it, or sucker punch it and run for my life. Once I realized it did not actually have a pulse, I too kicked it under the table.
I was really craving dessert since I hadn't really digested a single thing thus far, but rather than pay six bucks for a shot of Hagen Das, I decided to stab myself in the junk with a steak knife.
from yelp, this is gold
I had the displeasure of going to Fred & Steve's Steakhouse two weeks ago. It was a Friday evening around 6:30 pm and the place wasn't too busy....red flag number one.
We were greeted at the door by Steve DeOssie. He's apparently and ex NFL player. He looks more like the star player on the deep fryer chicken finger bobbing team. I've seen baboon's rear-ends with a smoother complexion...but I digress..
We started off with the 14 dollar chilled "jumbo" shrimp ****tail. If you like room temp, fishy smelling medium sized shrimp, this is the app for you. The roasted black pepper ****tail sauce tasted like Hunts ketchup with coffee grounds liberally sprinkled in. I choked down one, but ended up spitting it back into my napkin and kicking it under the table. My guest took one bite and raced to the restroom.
Next up was a thimble, I mean, cup of French Onion Soup. Checking in at 8 bucks, it works out to about four bucks per ounce. Once you chiseled through the gummy layer of Velveeta, the soup had the consistency of a drunk's vomit. Not much solid in it...straight liquid. There did appear to be several slivers of onion in the brown water which I chalked up to a mistake by the "chef."
For our next "Fear Factor" challenge, we ordered the "Wedge." A 9 dollar, quarter head of cheap iceberg lettuce. Sprinkled with the kind of "bacon" bits that last 15 years in the back of your spice shelf, and accompanied by a glob of gorganzola cheese that looked like it was recycled...from another patron of this hell hole. This disaster was also kicked under the table. Too bad we weren't sitting outside or we could have killed some pigeons with this slop as well.
My guest and I then moved onto the entree...Porterhouse for two...why not, it's only 75 bucks. I asked for it medium rare. What arrived under a dingy and dented serving lid looked like the carcass of a large snapping turtle bearing the stench of a housebound obese person's fartbox. I didn't know whether to eat it, or sucker punch it and run for my life. Once I realized it did not actually have a pulse, I too kicked it under the table.
I was really craving dessert since I hadn't really digested a single thing thus far, but rather than pay six bucks for a shot of Hagen Das, I decided to stab myself in the junk with a steak knife.
Freddie hasn't done anything to deserve this, so what is the motivation?
I laughed so hard the dog started jumping up and down barking
You guys are clueless! Freddie is the best and if any of you knew him this would not be an issue.