Kendra Chelsea Reviews- Freddie’s Beach Bar

Oh where do I start? Here is just a bit of a spoiler for you before I even begin… “This will probably be the most considerate review I ever write.”

I have actually had most of the food that Freddie’s has to offer but trust me, I am not going to bore you with all those details, after all that’s not what I am all about, but I will touch on my favorites.

One of my personal favorites on the appetizer plate would have to be deep fried pickles. If you haven’t had them before give it a whirl after all it took me until I was 30 years old to have one.

I briefly lived in Ohio in my early thirties and trust me, In that area you either eat fried pickles on a weekly basis or you are an outsider. I was an outsider for nearly a year before I caved and I am so glad I did.

The only complaint I had was they were not Ohio deep fried pickles; still do you ever really like something as much as your first?

Okay, so that wasn’t really my only complaint, $7.95 would be my other; after spending four dollars for years on a side of pickles with my pizza, double the cost becomes a little hard to swallow. However, that is not the primary draw of this small beach bar and restaurant.

And neither is the Mile High Club at a very reasonable $10.50; and reasonable is an understatement for what they pile on this sandwich. The veggies have always been fresh and crisp and the layers of meat, cheese and bacon (yep, a separate class of meat) makes this my all-time favorite cold-cut sandwich.

But let’s not skip over the real money maker for Freddie’s; the drug that will loosen you just enough to allow just the right amount of socializing. The Passion Mojito; the drink that has the right type of nudge to run your bill to the other size of a hundred (If you are not careful.) My fallback, my friend, my drink of choice at Freddie’s. The cost of this sweet-goodness is a steep $9.00 so it should be easy to see how getting carried away with this drink is NOT a good idea.

But once again, that is not the big draw to this quaint little placed that is tucked away in Northern Virginia. Yea, yea, I am getting to that…

This place was my first ever meet up. The first time I realized I was not alone. I met my first friends in decades here and I am still meeting them today.

No, it is not “just” a transgender hangout, it’s much bigger than that. It is family, it’s a lifesaving sanctuary, and it is an oasis away from the dangers of being transgender and being alone in the real world.

In fact it can be classified, at least for me, as a community service. I would go as far as saying that if I were rich, it would be on my list of annual charitable donations. It is that good, it is…that good.

But even with the best of reviews, even with the best of places, just like with every food, every person, every trait there is a downside.

I hesitated even bringing this up but my mind, like my blog, is a jumbled messed up place left better for someone much more intelligent than I, to figure out.

So with that said, Freddie’s if misused, can be a crutch. I love the people there, I cherish every moment I spend with them and if left unchecked, my will would force me back every Saturday night, every Sunday brunch and I would be forever happy.

The thing is, I eventually realized that if I allowed myself to continually go where I was the most blissful I would forever be the happiest transgender girl in the world.

The thing is I am not striving to be the happiest transgender girl; I am striving to be the happiest girl in the world.

And with that said, I would like to end this brutal review of my favorite place the only way I know…

“I love you Freddie’s”

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