Went on the road for a few days in St. Charles, Missouri (part of the greater St. Louis area). This was a significant trip because A) I hadn't been on a plane in over 10 years, B) I would be working 12 hour days and C) The people in this region of the country know how to eat.
Day 1 of this trip was no exception, as I was bestowed with a massive pulled pork sandwich from a joint called Sugarfire Smokehouse BBQ:
Quite a large sandwich if I do say so myself. The pork was moist, tender, and cooked to perfection. I added my own portions of BBQ sauces to turn this baby into an organized and delicious mess.
Now, I like Red Robin. I haven't been there in years but I like it. Sure, the patties are frozen and they make some of the unhealthiest burgers on the market, but every once in a while it's a real pleasure. Recently went there and had a good time, but the question was proposed: what's the deal with the "endless fries"?
Red Robin's fries aren't really "endless." In fact, quite the opposite. Every time I've been there and have asked for a refill of fries it always takes the server a long time to bring them out. Like, purposely stalling. This is obviously a ploy because if it takes a long time to get the fries out then you'll be less inclined to take advantage of this deal. I get it. But still, it's obnoxious.
However for some reason during this recent visit I did not have that issue, as the server promptly brought out not one, not two, but THREE baskets of fresh steak fries for our party of seven. Well played.
This is a Whiskey BBQ cheeseburger or something. I kinda forgot but it has BBQ sauce and onion rings. Pretty good.
Let me tell ya, when the company is paying for your food you ALWAYS order dessert.
So I've been on the "Passover Purge" for a week where I refused any form of bread, crackers, cake, etc. When we went to Karl Strauss last week I was kind of limited in what I could order but alas the "Asada Fries" jumped off the page to me.
On a plate they look quite attractive as you'll see here:
Pretty dish presentation for sure. You've got the steak, gorgonzola, avocado-chimichurri, cilantro, pickled onion, and chipotle ketchup...and house-made jalapeno cheese-whiz...
I dunno, dude. Cheese whiz? When I think of cheese-whiz I think of this:
To me this is, like, a cheap imitation cheese product, right? It's overly processed junk is what it is. So...what exactly is "homemade" cheese whiz? What does that comprise of? This is what I don't understand. It seems to me that utilizing cheese whiz over real cheese is a pretty lame way to save a few bucks. Overall it added an odd texture and peculiar taste to an otherwise solid dish. Karl Strauss boasts some really tasty fries and the steak was delicious as well. So why use cheese whiz? I don't know. I don't understand.
Rarely does something come along that's so egregiously revolting that you'd rather sniff a bag of decomposing horse crap than risk the quadruple bypass you're likely to incur with said enigma.
Enter: The Little Caesars Bacon Wrapped Pizza.
A concoction so greasy that Pizza the Hutt's arteries would clog themselves with pepperoni just from laying eyes upon it:
Remember in Lord of the Rings when Frodo or Boromir or whoever would fall into a trance with the ring? That's a lot like staring at the Little Caesars Bacon Wrapped Pizza
I bought this because curiosity got the best of me. This sounded like something so disgusting yet so delicious that I just had to try it once. Fortunately, I have no desire to try it ever again.
Is this thing any good? Well, yeah. Sometimes being bad feels really good. That's what the Little Caesar's Bacon Wrapped Pizza is all about. When you dance with this devil, all of your dieting and lifestyle restrictions go right out the window. It's eight slices of acne-inducing firepower baked onto the devil's pizza stone originating from the seventh layer of Hell.
Grease soaking through the cardboard
Hey, I can almost see myself in the reflection!
Would I recommend this? No. Absolutely not. What I would say is that it's something you can try once just to say that you did. Several people who partook in this pizza reported heartburn immediately after. I would think that explosive diarrhea followed considering how this pizza is probably the equivalent of an industrial-strength laxative. Is it so good that you have to have it again? Not really. Once is enough.
When Hostess initially went out of business in 2012, I saw the end of one of my favorite sweet snacks that I'd pick up on every supermarket trip: the Chocodile. Chocodiles are chocolate covered Twinkies and they're pretty much the greatest mass-produced sweet treat in the world and possibly the universe.
Hostess returned shortly thereafter when they were bought over by a Mexican conglomerate, but Chocodiles seemed absent from that revived lineup. Years went by and I never so much as laid eyes upon a single Chocodile...until recently at my local Ralphs when I found THIS box on the clearance rack:
WHERE THE HELL HAVE THESE THINGS BEEN???
My first thought was they had these sitting in back from the original Hostess crash four years ago, but that wouldn't make much sense. Plus, the "best by" date wouldn't be 2016. And no, Twinkies do not have apocalyptic expiration dates. In fact, their best by dates are typically only a month or so after their original shelf placement. Don't believe everything you hear; it's all lies. Especially on this blog hahaha.
Huh...Chocodiles kinda look like Nutella-coated turds...