This is what my life has become… Going to the trouble to heat up oil, to risk burning down my apartment (if anyone would, it’s me), and to figure out how to get rid of said oil–all for 6 beer-battered, fried pickle spears.
That’s all I trusted myself with, and I was right. Know thyself!
My mind was blown when I had my first fried pickles at Great Basin. You’d think the only way to enjoy pickles is cold and crunchy, but no. I swear on my memory foam mattress topper–this stuff is delicious. It’s the warm but still crunchy, vinegary, salty goodness of pickles, wrapped up in a blanket of crunch.
And naturally, I enjoyed them on my balcony with at least one cold beer. There had to be dipping sauce too–we’ll keep that component light, yet delicious. Sound good?
