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Showing posts with label Seasons Shmeasons. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Seasons Shmeasons, Part 3: Minnesota State Fair Fare


With summer making an abrupt and rainy exit GBGB decided to send our Chief State Fair Correspondent and resident ginger, Kara Leslie, to the land o' lakes for their annual summer/fall send up to all things decadent and wholesome. Enjoy

Ahh, Minnesota. A land of genetically identical cities, abounding lakes, Prince, and the gastronomical creation (really more like REVELATION), the Juicy Lucy. And I'll come back to that ethereal marvel when my mouth stops watering, but first and foremost I must give explanation of how I found myself in the Great Lake State*.

Labor Day weekend was fast approaching and I said to myself, "barbecues shmarbecues, cool it with all the diet foods!" as I typically do when surrounded grilled corn on the cob and fruit salad, so I took it upon myself to find a locale that offered me few low-calorie options.

One Google-search led to another, and before I knew it I was entering the gates of (no Internet involvement--this was the REAL DEAL) the Minnesota State Fair, where non-deep fried food goes to die. On a stick. In the best way possible.

I stuck my ear into some fried-food loving circles surrounding state fair fare, if you will (and please do), and was amped and I mean AMPED to test some of the delicacies I’d heard such wonders about.

One of the first things that shook me from my shocked, doe-eyed drooling self was the equally overjoyed expressions of those carrying a peculiar-looking plastic object: a bucket, yes BUCKET, of Sweet Martha's choco-chip cookies. I also heard a rumor that this stand pulled in a whopping $2.5 mil during the two weeks of the fair alone, thus it was necessary to look into potential franchising.

And I know, I know, it went against my 'deep fried or die' mantra proclaimed across my screen-printed tee, but these puppies looked delish and I waited impatiently in line for about 15 minutes to get my hands on some.


They certainly did not disappoint--dished into the buckets directly from the cookie sheets they were warm and gooey, and were everything a chocolate cookie should be, no frills, and with a souvenir bucket to boot. It was time to continue loading on the cals!

And with that mindset, we came across an unexpected haven that fulfilled not only requirements I was seeking for the fair, but removed a very crucial item on my bucket list--Big Fat Bacon (TM) On a STICK. That's right, folks, this bacon had so much girth it stood up straight and proud on a stick. And straight and proud I certainly was as I delved into this maple-cured, smoky creation that was some of the juiciest pork that had ever touched my lips. Sidenote: truth be told, not a significant amount of pork has actually touched these smackers, but experience or not, this bacon was downright heavenly. After 4 bites or so the grease had gotten the best of us, and we were dragging our feet and ready for a long snooze. 

BRASS TACKS (to steal a term, Mr. GBGB): sharing highly recommended.
Our next venture after the initial sweet and salty overload was to get our hands on a brew, which was not difficult given the surprising number of craft breweries that call the Twin Cities their home. Summit Brewery was the lucky brewery featured at the state fair, and had the pure genius to offer shotski-like structures that allowed drinkers 3 tasting-size brews. This also meant that I was adding to my collection of state fair souvenirs. Plastic cookie bucket? Check. Beer brewski? Well, you know. I was equally excited to taste the beer and have the ability to show off my beerski to all willing friends back home. The three beers Summit offered to taste was their original brew, and most popular since their opening in 1986, the Extra Pale Ale, along with their year round Horizon Red Ale and seasonal Oktoberfest brew. The assortment of these brews paired nicely with each other, and were all equally tasty. The Extra Pale was not necessarily so in terms of color, was hoppier than your typical PA, the Horizon Red Ale was a beer hybrid of an IPA with additional amber, and the Oktoberfest brew was your standard, rich clean fall ale. A much needed respite before gorging continued. But continue, it did.

As we made our way through the remainder of the fairgrounds, it became clear that MN was willing to challenge the conventions of what could and could not be deep fried. And I was a fully-fledged participant in this real world/road rules challenge, if you know what I’m saying. This idea become completely apparent when I was riding on the SkyRide, which trolleyed you above the fairgrounds from up in the clouds. I spotted a booth that I thought I may have misread as “Deep Fried Fruit Loops,” or “Deep Fried Frog,” but was, in fact, Deep.Fried.Fruit. This DFF, as I will call it, was battered and deep fried and came on a stick complete with bananas, cherries, cantaloupe, and grapes. An oddly mixed fruit salad, but this baby was mouth-burning hot and delicious. The banana especially was the perfect, melt in your mouth texture, and the batter and sprinkling of powdered sugar complemented it oh so perfectly.


At this point, the DFF was by far the deep-fried-on-a-stick creation to beat. Therefore, when Deep Fried Alligator was spotted? My thoughts were as follows: “Yep. Let’s do this.” The line was at least 50 feet deep, so this stand seemed like a seasoned winner. The batter surrounding the alligator was peppered which gave it a nice kick, but the meat itself was chewy and rotten-tasting. Even spicy ketchup failed to mask the gross meat flavor. The alligator morsels were also served with hush puppies, typically a tried and true favorite, but these unfortunately tasted like sand.

We washed the alligator and sand puppies down with another beerski and concluded our entire day’s eating with a generous portion of Pepto Bismol. The Minnesota State Fair Fare, on the whole, pulled out all the stops in terms of deep fried food, battered, and on a stick, respectively, and is an event I would definitely consider attending again next year. Because doing this more than once a year would be gluttonous.






*it’s actually the ‘Land of 10,000 Lakes,’ but who wants to exaggerate?
*a Juicy Lucy is a hamburger stuffed with cheese and/or other delicious ingredients including but not limited to garlic, bacon, chilies, bacon, and bacon.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Seasons Shmeasons: Part 2, Tire High Club

Perhaps all the high altitude and clean air got to me, maybe I lost my bearings in the wilderness, but I recently made the impromptu decision to take advantage of my family reunion location and tour New Belgium Brewery. For the record, this craft brewery is very popular and tours are pre-booked months in advance so either book early or just show up like I did and hope to get lucky. Most people know New Belgium as the makers of Fat Tire Ale but, as is usually the case, their most popular beer is also their least interesting. But first, the tour.

The Tour
When we showed up to NB's picturesque brewery the sun was shining, dogs were prancing around off leash, and song birds perched on people's shoulders because they were gentle. There's a reason people have to apply eight times over the course of eleven years to get a job here; the location is prettier than Rory McIlroy's back swing, the perks include a free bike, partial ownership of the company and a free twelve-pack for every week you work there. The brewery has really big, shiny equipment, processes and recycles its own waste water and has the largest solar array in Colorado. The tour lasts ninety minutes and involves a lot of walking, minimal talking and a lot of drinking. If the Guiness brewery tour is Disneyland, then this is Shedd Aquarium (educational, clean, a bit smelly at times).

The Beer
A lot of beer snobs turn their snobby beer noses up at New Belgium and their flagship brew, Fat Tire. It's considered to be too approachable, too bright eyed and bushy tailed and, most importantly, not exclusive. I have to say that I can't entirely disagree with them which is why I picked out three beers that I thought were, as Busta Rhymes once put it, stupid fly.
Super Cru: This 20th anniversary brew uses the same ingredients as Fat Tire but doubles the doses of hops and malt which consequently doubles the alcohol. It's not for the faint of heart nor stomach but will stand up to the strongest cheeseburger, or spiciest guacamole your summer imagination can think of.

Blue Paddle: This is a Pilsner that makes you happy to be alive. It's refreshing and light but, thanks to its use of noble hops, won't be put in a corner during the summer retreat talent show. If I wasn't already in a serious beerlationship this would be my summer fling.

La Folie: French for "the folly," this was quite possibly the most unique beer I've ever laid lips on. It's aged three years in huge French Oak barrels and the result is what's called a Flemish Sour Red. If champagne, beer, and red wine had a freaky threesome this would be their love child. It slaps your face with sourness, has the tannins of a Merlot, and the musky effervescence of a French Grand Cru. You have to take three sips to appreciate it; one to wake you up, two to acclimatize your mouth and three to actually taste anything. Crazy. Good.

Conclusion
Should you ever find yourself in or near Longmont, Colorado steal the nearest vehicle you can find and get the hell out of there. That town is no good. For anyone. Point your newly stolen vehicle north and drive for twenty minutes. Then you'll find yourself in Ft. Collins, and that's where you can tour New Belgium's swanky digs (also worth checking out: Odell and Equinox). Despite its commercial success the company is staffed by really nice people who ride bikes and make very decent beer for a living and will answer all the annoying questions they are allowed to*. Did I mention the tour is free? All in all, it's not a bad way to spend an slightly drunk afternoon.

*Since all employees own a stake in the company and it's a privately held company, neither our tour guide (Dave), the bartenders or the unassuming girl outside could tell us how much the equipment costs or what percentage of their total beer sales Fat Tire made up because they were legally bound to keep such matters private. 

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Seasons Shmeasons: Part 1, D.I.A. Mexican

When criss crossing the country this summer many of us will spend a good amount of time in airports. Airports, by and large, suck. They're filled with crying babies, stressed out business types and, worst of all, mediocre food. Well fear not, my little ducklings, for I have some very limited (some would say useless) guidance for you.

Should you find yourself in Terminal East of Denver International Airport and have a hankering for Mexican food (and I always do) then consider taking ten minutes of your itinerary to stop by Cantina Grill.

Food
Three Crispy Carne Tacos: The beef was cooked "Rocky Mountain" well done, which was good considering the location. The lettuce was John Denver fresh and the "hot sauce," while not particulary spicy, possessed an uncompromising, take-all-comers attitude in which the West was tamed. Lastly, the tortilla had all the integrity of an Arkansas River faux fir trader, which is to say none whatsoever; I ended up making a taco salad of my last two tacos.

Drink
I slurped down a brew called Agave Wheat from Breckenridge Brewery. This unfiltered Belgian(style)/American(made) wheatbier displayed low carbination, good head retention (in spite of its wide mouth plastic cup), and subtle maltiness. It was slightly sweet and round up front (just like my flight attendant) and was by far my favorite part of the meal.

Conclusion
Overall, I found the tables clean to the touch and, thanks to their rough carved stone appearance, pleasing to the eye. I'd go back for the the view and more beer. Yes. More beer indeed.