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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.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

We're Just Ordinary People: Part 7, Shack, Rattle, and Roll

Stumbling through Chicago's culinary jungle can be daunting. So much finery, so much posturing, so much short rib. Sometimes we bushwhackers of the gastro-underbrush just want to put down our machete-like cutlery and unwind with a six pack, some kimchi, and a few trusty comrades.

It is in this spirit that we discuss Belly Shack. This second creation from Billy Kim is similar to its older brother Urban Belly in that it's BYOB and focuses on Asian (mostly Korean) inspired dishes in a casual setting. The setting is more fast food than communal dining. More industrial than cozy and warm. You can order every item on the menu and pay with a c-note and some coins (you should tip though, so maybe a Hamilton or two should be tossed in). There's little pageantry and most of the emphasis is placed in the taste rather than the presentation. Dig in!

Grub

–Korean Dog–
The hot dog itself is straight Chicago-street-food. My best guess is Vienna Beef or their rival Red Hot Chicago are the makers of the sausage. The ramen noodles are crunchy and provide the textural contrast that I'm always hunting for. Like any good Korean dish there was kimchi and it was good and spicy and sweet. If you crave more flavor then its only a dip away thanks to the spicy asian mustard that's served on the side. 

–Korean BBQ Beef–
If there was a disappointment in the meal it was this dish. The parts– wildly gamey beef, tangy kimchi, fluffy and agrarian pita bread– were wonderful but when put together worked about as well as Zeus worked with the other gods on Mount Olympus (if you thought I was above classical mythology similes then you were wrong). In this case the beef is Zeus, as usual.

–Asian Pork Meatball Sandwich–
I tried and tried to take a pretty picture of this sandwich because it tasted pretty. But I failed miserably. It's ugly. It looks like someone pulled a sea monster out of the depths, cut its head off and served it to you as a sandwich. Glad I got that out of the way. The bread was beautifully crafted and served as a great vehicle for the slightly sweet meatballs and the surprisingly cold but awesome somen noodles and mint. So don't let your deep set visual prejudices get the better of you and try this sandwich.

–Brussels Sprouts and Chrorizo–
If I made a list of the best things I ate this year this would be on there. This is a one stop shop for your daily dose of brussels sprouts and Chorizo. A beautiful mess is the best way to sum up this winner of a side. Eating this harmonic cacophony of spice, meaty robustness and stout vegetal notes made me angry that Bill Kim hasn't won a James Beard award yet.

–Quinoa Ssam Salad–
The girl behind the counter told us these were a version of lettuce wrap where, I'm guessing, quinoa and portobello take the place of whatever mystery-meat filling is usually used for lettuce wraps. Job well done. Flavors included tang (from the kimchi), smoky sweetness (from the portobello) and hearty grain notes (from the quinoa, and maybe the beer that we were drinking).

Brass Tacks
"Talk about bang for your buck" or "Who knew that fast food could be so gourmet?!" That's what they want me to write. You know it. I know it. Well fuck them, I write from my heart and shoot from my hip here. The food was first rate and the atmosphere, though at times cold and industrial, was made pleasant by all the esprit de corps that filled the kimchi-scented air. The next time you're on the blueline headed to O'Hare and you get a bit famished, take a pit stop at Western and say hi to Belly Shack.


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Belly Shack