All of the menu items at Freddie's have cutesie names. Jon ordered the "Girlfriend," a grilled chicken sandwich (personally, I thought that for a gay bar, the sandwich should have been tunafish or something). It came with fries. He only ate the chicken and pickle and left the Kaiser roll and other vegetables.
I got the "Crabbers Basket," five large shrimp that had been stuffed with a little bit of crab meat, breaded, and then deep fried, accompanied by some sweet potato fries and little cups of both cocktail sauce and tartare sauce.
After dinner, I wanted something for dessert, but there was nothing on the menu that sounded good for a hot summer night outside on the patio. So, I ordered a Hawaiian salad from the appetizer menu, much to the waiter's surprise. The salad was a base of romaine topped with mandarin oranges, walnuts, and shredded coconut; it was supposed to have been served with a pineapple Ranch dressing, but arrived with blue cheese. It met my needs, however, for something light and sweet after the meal (though I think were I planning the recipe, I'd have included pineapple chunks, used macademia nuts instead of walnuts, and I'd have used a light, sweet, fruity vinaigrette).
Oh, that's our waiter above with the salad picture. Look for him Saturday night on the Freddie's float in the Capital Pride parade.
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