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What makes it all better

My cold won’t go away.

It’s been two weeks.  I don’t mean to be rude, but…

LEAVE already.

I felt poopy all day but had to work hard. With congestion. And coughing.

This sounds like a job for…

ditch plains friend picklesFried pickles.

Thanks, Ditch Plains.

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Judgers judgers judgers

They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but I’m not so sure —

I discovered another great restaurant in New York City, and it was the storefront that lured me in.

I walked past Jacob’s Pickles for the first time a couple of weeks ago running errands in my neighborhood.  The name caught my eye, then the decor.

Heck, if I could live in the space, I would.

Sunday a friend and I tried our their brunch.  Turns out Jacob does a mean biscuits and gravy…and we’re talking spicy sausage gravy.

My cousin Carol would be proud.

The entire menu looks great.  We are gonna hit it again at dinnertime and try the fried pickles and other savory items.  The bar selection is interesting, too.

See?  It pays to be shallow.

In a pickle

I pride myself on being open-minded, especially when it comes to fried foods.

The Huffington Post is not.

In fact, this weekend ‘Huff Post Comedy’ featured the slideshow  “10 Things We Shouldn’t Be Frying.”  It pictured an array of batter-dipped, fried foods you’ll find at state fairs and local gastro-pubs.

Some, I’ll admit, even made me cringe.  Fried butter.  Fried margaritas.  Even fried guacamole.  (Who knows?  Maybe the batter hides the icky avocado texture and taste.)

But the Huff staff dissed fried pickles, comparing the taste to “a dirty bomb going off in your mouth.”  

What the wha??

Clearly Huff Post needs to get their noses out of their laptops and their taste buds on top of some serious fried pickles, one of the yummiest appetizers to ever grace a paper towel-lined plate!

In New York City, I suggest visiting Ditch Plains.  Their fried pickles are sliced super thin and have a light, almost tempura-like batter.  They’re served with tartar sauce for dipping, but ask for ranch dressing….’cause everything’s better with a little ranch.

In Kansas City, head to Tomfooleries on the Country Club Plaza.  That’s the first place I ever tried fried pickles — not in the South like you might imagine.

Their fried pickles are cut thick and have a heartier batter.  You can see the spices and cheese sitting right on top.  They’re served with seasoned waffle fries, too…so if someone in your group is a ‘pickle chicken,’ everybody’s happy. (Gotta love the bucket, too.)

If you live in the South, there are lots of great restaurants that serve this delicacy.  Please share your suggestions in the comments section.

I doubt there will be a “dirty bomb” in the bunch!