I attempted the Prickly Pickle and it didn’t damage a bit
Quickly after I turned 40, I discovered myself on the physician’s workplace for an overdue bodily. He appeared over my data and sat down in entrance of me with a critical demeanor. “You’re getting of an age,” he stated, “the place you’ll begin to see some adjustments in your physique. I don’t need you to be alarmed. These are pure adjustments.”
“Doc,” I stated, “you make it sound like I’m going via a second puberty.”
He considered this for a second. “That’s truly not a nasty analogy,” he stated. “You’ll be getting hair in new locations, but it surely gained’t be horny locations this time, like your face or your chest. As an alternative, it’s going to be popping out your ears and nostril. And there will likely be stuff creaking, but it surely gained’t be your voice; it is going to be your knees. Yeah, in some ways, center age is only a shitty second puberty.”
I consider my physician each time I face a menu that includes a wholesome array of fried meals, as a result of if there may be one symptom of this shitty puberty that has most obtained me down, it’s a rising intolerance for deep-fried delights. For no matter cause, the fried choices of sure institutions depart my abdomen upset; maybe it’s the sort of oil used, or how typically it’s modified. Regardless of the cause, I’ve discovered, when visiting a brand new place, to experiment with an appetizer at first, simply to see if the gastric juices keep settled, earlier than subsequent time diving into the fish, hen, chicken-fried steak, or no matter else could also be on supply.
So when The Prickly Pickle confirmed up downtown, a part of a Wednesday meals truck rota hosted by the Foremost Library of CALS, I initially approached it with some trepidation. In spite of everything, right here was an institution the place every thing on supply was fried: fried hen sandwiches (common or buffalo-style) served with their very own fried dill potato chips, in addition to a rotation of fried appetizers. I might effectively predict how my abdomen would deal with this: “Outlook not so good,” says the Magic 8 Ball.
So I ordered myself the buffalo hen sandwich and a few “Tex-Mex Toothpicks” (being an assortment of fried onion, jalapeno, and cactus) and I needed to admit, every thing was fried to perfection, with the correct quantity of batter, cooked lengthy sufficient to tenderize issues whereas holding within the moisture. The “toothpicks” have been a toothsome snack that I couldn’t cease consuming, whereas my sandwich got here dressed with sufficient pickles, lettuce, and tomato to supply a crispy distinction to the fried filet of fowl they accompanied. As soon as I took the primary chunk, I forgot the care with which I used to be purported to strategy such meals and easily gorged myself.
After which I waited. And waited. And waited for the primary pangs of stomach anguish. However they by no means got here.
So the subsequent time the ol’ Prickly Pickle made a Wednesday look on Rock Road, I made a decision to place it via the paces. I once more obtained a sandwich, obtained some Tex-Mex Toothpicks, and threw on prime of that one thing new they’d: fried pickled okra. As earlier than, every thing was scrumptious, however the fried pickled okra was transcendental. Generally, two issues which are good on their very own don’t must go collectively. Root beer is sweet. Tequila is sweet. Mixing them collectively is a drunken school mistake that can by no means be repeated. Nonetheless, generally that goodness will be magnified. Fried okra is sweet. Pickled okra is sweet. And this fried pickled okra captured their respective traits with out diminishing both one.
I scarfed all of it down, together with the dill potato chips that got here with my sandwich, agency within the information that I wouldn’t remorse this in any respect even when I did push my tolerance excessive. However every thing was simply high quality, and now I’ve a spot the place I can take pleasure in every kind of fried goodies and stay entranced within the second of every chunk, with out the least thought for the long run.
It’s sufficient to make one really feel youthful, if just for the second. Simply don’t inform my physician what I’ve been consuming for lunch.