While I was waiting for another round of Olympic installments I happened upon a show on the Travel Channel. Deep Fried Paradise. Anyone ever see it?
Deep fried turkey I've heard of. Not particularly fond of turkey except in monti-cristo sandwiches but I might taste it one of these days. Deep fried dill pickles, love 'em. Deep fried veggies. Well, it kind of defeats the purpose of eating fresh vegetables but I suppose it's better than not eating vegetables at all.
What got me was the segment on chicken fried items, more specifically chicken fried bacon. Chicken. Fried. Bacon. As in bacon dipped in batter similar to that resembling the stuff you put on chicken before frying it only with an extra layer of cornmeal for added flavor and then tossed into hot grease. Yes, these people fry their grease-based food in grease. They actually stated that it's the location men have been lying about frequenting for years. Um, I don't really think they're fooling anyone. All the patrons I saw in the background looked like they'd been eating chicken fried bacon for years. The sad thing is I think I'd like to taste it. Anyone in Texas want to join me?
Next up was a bit about deep fried burgers. Fried in the same grease they've been using since 1912. Okay they do strain and filter it daily but 1912? They even lock it up at night to keep it safe. Ah yes, I can see how that would be a concern. In case you're wondering, they don't offer lettuce or tomato for your burger but they do dip the buns in the grease for extra zing.
Don't worry, if you're not a burger person, there's another place where you can get deep fried hot dogs. You order them by how long they've remained in the oil. Apparently ones that are well done are an acquired taste. Again, these people take pride in their product. The only condiments available are cheese, onions, mustard and their special secret recipe relish. Ketchup shows lack of class so they don't offer it. I knew there was a reason I don't like ketchup besides for the taste!
Leave it to the British. There's a transplant in New York who started his own chip shop because he missed fish and chips. Fair enough. If I moved away I'd still want my tradiional comfort food too. But this guy has gone too far. He tosses everything into the fryer. Pizza, mac and cheese formed into patties, pie, candy bars, twinkies...
Go ahead and fry my pickles but leave my desert alone!