Tradition. Family. Soft Cheddar.
Welcome to Hamburger lovers' heaven. The Fatted Calf is a St. Louis landmark, and gosh, even though we blush when we say it, the home of the best burger in town (and yes, we're still open!). Register here and receive online coupons for site members - join, it's Free!
The hamburger is a true American icon, right up there with Jimmy Dean, the model T, and overpriced health care.
At the heart of it all: A thick, juicy, 1/3 lb. Burger made with Certified Angus Beef® charbroiled to order over an open flame. Condiments include our Original Picadilly relish and Buckingham relish, pickles, onions or grilled onions.
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 - • We've had enough time to get this burger thing down. The Fatted Calf opened in 1966
- • There's royalty in our lineage! Our founders were Vince & Tony Bommarito (of "Tony's" fame)
- • We're baaad, we're nationwide. During the early 70's, there were 20 Fatted Calf restaurants coast to coast
- • Locally owned and operated – a lifelong restaurateur husband/wife team who grew up in Clayton purchased the restaurant and have been running it ever since
- • Squeaky Clean: The burger grills have been disassembled, thoroughly cleaned, and reassembled every single night of our operation, since 1966
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Yes. This is the place your third cousin who was once on a road trip and drove through St. Louis told you about. Those burgers he still dreams about are here. Yes, we're worth the trip. (well, maybe you'd have to eat here like, at least three times if you were to make a really long drive to get here) The restaurant is quaint. Everything is old-fashioned. And our burgers – those open-flamed offerings to the Gods . . . all you have to do is order one. And you'll quickly see what the legend is all about. |
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Your Dad took you here. You take your kids here. You get older and reciprocate by taking
your Dad. It's a celebrated tradition – Families and the Fatted Calf.
Kids are always welcome – we've got booster seats, high chairs and a
kids menu, plus round tables that are very family-friendly. Even mean
old cusses like your Uncle Mortimer can come, but please, leave those
false teeth in.
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