Fat Boy Drive-In

There’s a peculiar stretch of Route 24, after you leave Bowdoin college, but before you arrive in the gigantic, slowly-dying 90s-style strip mall that makes up nearly all of Cook’s Corner. You can imagine how it must have existed in the motoring heyday of the 1960’s, with its short parade of auto body shops, marine supply stores, independent motor inns, and drive-in hamburger restaurants. Located across from the wide open space of the former Brunswick Naval Air Station sits one of these restaurants (though there are others…more on this later), as it has since the 1960’s: The Fat Boy Drive In.

Pulling into the parking lot is like traveling through time, but not in that obnoxious, over-the-top, Johnny Rockets-style, super self-aware way that gets under your skin and makes you say incredibly lame travel-journalism-wannabe cliches like “pulling into the parking lot is like traveling through time.” The small building is dwarfed by a wraparound green-and-white fiberglass awning that casts a pale, cool green light on everything. From the moment you ease into an available parking space, the Drive-In starts issuing instructions: “Headlights on for service,” one sign reads. Another urges you to, “Try a BLT, made with Canadian bacon, and an order of onion rings.” While I considered the hand-painted menu (with my lights off, no less), a carhop appeared to take my order.

I must be exactly the kind of customer kids like this can’t stand, with my obnoxious lobster vanity license plate and my endless questions. “Should I order the ‘Royalburger,’ or the ‘Whoperburger?'” My patient waitress explained that a “Royalburger Basket” ($3.50) was just a regular, 2 oz. cheeseburger, with the addition of lettuce, tomato, mayo, and a side of fries, while a “Whoperburger” ($3.30) was a larger, 4 0z. burger that, presumably, was a knockoff of Burger King’s famous burger. Does the single “P” indicate that I should be pronouncing the name of this burger like “Woe-per?” And finally, what should I put on for toppings?

The carhop walked me through the process, ultimately handing me a printed menu to show off the full width and breadth of what was available. I was surprised to see, in addition to the burgers already listed on the large outdoor menus, a wide variety of fried seafood options, including clamcake burgers, crabcake sandwiches, haddock sandwiches, and lobster rolls. There were sweet potato fries and chicken nuggets. Grilled cheese and chicken salad. Red-skinned hot dogs and egg sandwiches. I settled on a “Whoperburger,” an extra regular cheeseburger with grilled onions, an order of onion rings, and an order of fries. Total? Ten bucks.

Because everything is cooked-to-order, it took about ten minutes for my order to arrive. And that, immediately, is what sets these burgers apart from their fast-food namesakes. The Whoperburger was like the freshest Burger King Whopper you’ve never had, with thoughtful, homemade details like some light crispy browning on the edges of the sesame seed bun, thinly sliced, fresh tomatoes, shredded lettuce, and a river of mayonnaise. I wish there had been a slice of pickle, but this is probably something I could have specified.

The accompanying fries weren’t worth ordering again: frozen, boring, crinkle-cut, and a little on the limp side, they occupied space in my stomach that I would have rather spent on something else, such as one of Fat Boy’s famous blueberry 20-ounce thick ice cream frappes. The onion rings were better, with sweet flavor from the onions, and seemingly homemade crunch and texture.

The real star here, though, was in the regular cheeseburgers. I wished that I had skipped ordering anything else, and focused all of my efforts there. They come plain, but can be topped with almost anything you’d like for little or no additional cost. I opted for just cheese and grilled onions, with each bite dipped whole into a side of ketchup. The small, steamed buns, melted cheese, and tiny little slip of beef all fuse into one tasty whole, and my extra burger was gone before I even had time to realize what had happened.

Ultimately, though, the food is almost secondary to the Fat Boy Drive-In experience. The food, and, for that matter, reviews of it, are kind of beside the point. The Fat Boy Drive-In has been doing exactly what it is doing today for 56 years, and that’s why you go. You can get a mushy, overwrought Wagyu burger served on a melted brioche bun almost anywhere, these days…but eating piles of inexpensive, tiny, white paper-wrapped cheeseburgers that somebody actually made and brought you, from a tray hanging off the driver’s side window of your car, is an experience that is getting more and more difficult to come by. That nostalgia is enough to make you try the burgers at a place like the Fat Boy Drive-In; the fact that those burgers happen to be excellent is purely a bonus.

Malcolm Bedell is co-author of the critically acclaimed "Eating in Maine: At Home, On the Town, and On the Road," as well as Brocavore, a blog focusing on street food culture, and the junk food-centric "Spork & Barrel." His contributions include Serious Eats, Down East, L.A. Weekly, The Guardian, and The Huffington Post and his food truck, "'Wich, Please," was named "Hottest Restaurant in Maine" for 2015 by Eater. Finally, he finds it very silly to be trying to write this in the third person.


  1. Sounds good – that’s close to The Theater Project, where I periodically find myself, typically with an empty stomach. Subsisting on post-show dessert at Gelato Fiasco usually sends me into a diabetic coma, so some good old burger and fry grease should help.

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      1. ‘The Theater Project’ is a great little theater on School Street in downtown Brunswick (Maine) that does some interesting stuff. Many/most productions are very short runs, just a few nights – sometimes by students and sometimes professional – sometimes original works and sometimes not.

        It’s small, but feels bigger due to the physical layout. Sets are minimal. It’s always interesting, and the honor-system self-serve coffee in the lobby is cute.

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  2. This is where my Dad had his first job as a kid. He was the frappe boy. Every year we go to Maine we stop by Fatboy’s an reminisce. It’ll always be one of my favorite places to go eat in Maine. That, and Tess’s Pizza (even though they changed the recipe, it’s still okay :D).

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  3. The first time I saw Fatboys I pulled over and had a cheeseburger despite the fact I had wisdom teethed pulled the day before. I was pretty sure it would be worth it and it was! The nice thing about the mediocre fries is that it makes the old onion rings or fries dilemma a no brainer. It is also one of the few places I can find Fried Chicken around here. Maybe I should open a soul food restaurant “Jon’s Grits n’ Soul” . One of the few drive-ins that is in the same class as “Doumar’s” in Norfolk, VA. Home of the first ice cream cone maker, still in use after 100 years! Looking forward to more great reviews of midcoast restaurants.

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  4. I grew up in Brunswick and Fat Boy was always a summer staple. My parent’s used to take us there for dinner at about 4 in the afternoon. “All Things Considered” was usually on the radio. I’ve always been a big eater, so I ordered the whoperburger like my dad. The fries were always a bit limp, but they were great for sopping up the mayo mess that dripped out of the burgers. I went back there about two years ago with my husband and it just wasted the same without two tired parents and “All Things Considered”

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    1. I was so sad to learn the Fat Boy is only open seasonally. On the other hand, it has meant spending a lot more time down the road at Morse’s Lobster, and that’s fine by me. 🙂 Thanks for writing!

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