A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

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Entry from May 09, 2009
Fatacular

"Fatacular” (fat + spectacular) means something or someone who is gloriously, spectacularly in fat. The word could refer to a person or a type of food.


Urban Dictionary
fatacular
One that is spectacularly fat.
Jerry Springer invited a redneck on his show because he and his family were so fatacular.
by cool4dude Apr 29, 2005

Merriam-Webster Open Dictionary
fatacular (adjective) : 1. food that has a lot of fat 2. yummy
The fatacular candy got me fat.
Submitted by: Anonymous on May. 07, 2007 22:17

Pepita
My Food Diary
March 28, 2006
(...)
Keeping a food diary was incredibly edifying. I thing I learned is that everything I think of as fat-filled is even more fatacular than I ever imagined. This doesn’t mean that I’ve cut out fat altogether—that wouldn’t be good for the baby, anyway—but it does mean that I have to make choices

DCist.com
June 11, 2008
Fatburger is on its Way to the D.C. Metro Area
(...)
COMMENTS
By McGillicuddy[1] | 06/11/08 3:35 PM
just what we need, more fat people. i have to admit though, the fried egg option is fatacular.

BigWheat’s Fatacular Accountability Website
An account of my daily workouts and accomplishments following the CrossFit program.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Workout Day One

Hopefully So
Fatacular
Posted by hope on November 20, 2008
This article makes me want to go fry up some bacon.

The fear of fat, fat loathing, and fat obsession are relatively new things in human existence, spawned in the era of flat-chested flappers and the belt-tightening Depression. Good timing, that. Up until then, except for times of famine, a robust physique was indeed a thing of beauty, a paragon of luxury. Fat, before it was made sinister, was desirable. The once-positive aspects of fat linger in our language with phrases such as a fat check, fat cat, fat city, chewing the fat, killing the fatted calf, and the fat of the land.

Then we were told that fat was out of fashion and that eating fat made you fat. The food industry backed this claim with new products: reduced-fat, no-fat, fat-free. Everything fat-free came with a license to eat more and we did. And got fatter. By now we have been so long bombarded with fat-phobic fear mongering that much of it is considered accepted wisdom. But what do we really know about fat?

We know it is delicious.

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityFood/Drink • (0) Comments • Saturday, May 09, 2009 • Permalink