Some friends and I went to eat out at a place called Country’s BBQ on a Sunday. The experience was incredibly pleasant, even if the food in question was not the best ever.
The best part of the food experience was definitely the fried pickles. If you’ve never had fried pickles dipped in ranch dressing, you have not lived and are not allowed to die until you try them. The hot chocolate, too, was good, but I could’ve done a better job.
I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and hot chocolate, which wasn’t a mistake- I do love grilled cheese- but what came was something of a disappointment.
The plate had a slice of processed cheese between two slices of processed bread that had been fried, with two pickles to garnish it. Now, it tasted okay, but…call me fancy, call me uppity, or call me just plain tasteful, but seriously? I could have made a better grilled cheese than that.
Correction: I have made better grilled cheese than that. I could open my own chain of grilled cheese stands and slowly take over the world through my culinary abilities rather than be the victim of half-hearted cooking!
To add insult to injury, only a few days ago Tyler had made the best grilled cheese sandwiches composed of crusty French bread, cheddar cheese, and monterey jack cheese, and my friend Caleb has made delicious grilled cheese for months and months now, so let’s just say I’m slightly biased and have a "sensitive palate" when it comes to this particular cuisine.
The fried pickles redeemed the restaurant in my opinion, and I can’t make any accurate commentary on their BBQ, which everyone seemed to enjoy.
I did have some French fries, which were said to be home-cut, and they were seasoned really well. Normally "home-cut" French fries means nasty chunks of undercooked potatoes that Southerners like to pretend taste better than fast-food French fries. In this case, it worked!
I’ll have to have someone guest-blog and commentate on the actual BBQ of the restaurant.
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