Fatburger & Buffalo's Express — Restaurant in Camarillo

After a beautiful day of hearing the family nagging about my (not) weird obsession with Tommy Bahama attire, I decided to visit this swanky outlet mall I've been dying to prove to myself that I am accomplished enough in my life that I deserve to shop at.

As the mental beach umbrella was jabbing me in my kidneys, that need no assistance in creating pain, I found myself in some Armani exchange new day outfit.

As the family continously tested my ability to forget about my old co-worker, Lindsey, who joined my firm just after I met my now wife, and the connection we had with our little quirks and cinema preferences... but I went down this road, and thats that. Hell, let's get some Fat Burger and amazing wings!

I went for the large, AKA Kingburger, because even though the wife makes me feel like a peasant, I'm going to eat like a King. I also got some wings, I asked the manager, Mark, which ones would be best for someone in my situation, he suggested I think it was the Carolina BBQ, which was perfect, I don't know if its because of the masks, but when he suggested it, it's almost like a little twinkle lit up in his eyes....unbeknownced to what would transpire ahead.

Despite what my Doctor says about my ulcers, if really tasty wings takes me out sooner, I'm going to consider this a win (the life insurance is going to be put in my mommas name).

I'm just zoning out, enjoying my burger fit for a king and the side that I do call a wing, some of the sauce goes right.....onto....my....new....shorts.....

The wife starts in on me saying I did that on purpose....who knows, maybe she was right, don't we all subconsciously create our own fate? In this doggy dog world we have to ensure our own happiness, what makes us smile?

I had to go chance my shorts, so I went and superman'd the malls restroom while wishing there were still phone booths for nostalgia purposes.

I went back to the herd, to finish my life changing Fatburger and Wings, I go in for a final last HARRAW at my wings, and just as I could see, sauce dripping down towards my Tommy Bahama shorts! Could this be? Could fate be out of control of our hands? Am I doomed to be pressured to imitate my in-laws fashion sense, and have no individualism within my grasps?

But then, like a Seahawks wide receiver getting a Hail Mary being cooked up by DangeRuss, I couldn't believe my eyes. The amazing sauce, did a move that imitates something out of the Matrix, and just stops, and moves over a few inches, then falls to the floor, and not on my pants .

This has to be a sign from above, Fatburger loves my Tommy Bahamas, and wants me to follow my heart.

I will always have a strong connection with this establishment and its cuisine, reminding me that if I was able to choose who I am married to, if I could choose what to wear, and choose what food loves me, it would be to my old co worker, my white af people clothes, and of course....A double Kings FatBurger... with those hot and...

I've always been a fan of Fatburger. I used to go to the one on Victoria Ave in Ventura all the time before it closed. I wasn't even aware one had opened in the Camarillo outlets until yesterday, when I happened to be walking through with my parents and saw it. I knew I had to have it immediately. The good news: my burger tasted just as I had remembered it. The mustard-heavy taste might not be for everyone but I absolutely love it. The bad news: this particular branch had the most apathetic employees I've seen in a while. The cashier was pretty short with us, not so much as a "for here or to go" (we were going to eat there but he gave us a bag, whoops). My dad also later noticed that he sagged his pants much lower than should be allowed within a mile of a kitchen... The worst offense came with my dad's order. He ordered a "Skinnyburger," which is meant to be toppings wrapped between two patties. Emphasis on "wrapped," because what he was given was totally different. They actually just tossed all of the burger components in a salad bowl and threw a fork in the bag. How they could have put in so little effort is beyond me. While my own burger was fine and good, it was pretty depressing to watch my dad try and figure out his...

I would not recommend this place to anyone especially the way that a co-owner of an establishment treats people along with his partner or whoever this woman may be (Alexandra) is just terrible as someone in the fast food industry should be ashamed. Let someone talk to their family members or their employees the way that they spoke to an employee at a different establishment then they would be very upset as well. These people are super distasteful & are evil human beings to have so much anger over NOTHING is what is driving me away from their restaurant and should drive more people away also. Who wants to eat at a place where their owner, can’t even treat people...