Living in the DFW area has some excellent advantages... Cowboys' games, Mavericks' games, and, of course, the Texas State Fair! Now, most state fairs are known for fried goodness, but everything is bigger, better, and apparently more creative in Texas. That being said, though we try
really hard, it doesn't always work out too well. This year, the fried competition had pretty interesting entries, including fried frito pie, fried margaritas, and fried beer. Jocelyn (my new roommate), Shannon, Shannon's dad and I all went last Friday with a common goal: try all 3! Unfortunately, we did not accomplish that. It was supposed to be chilly and rain, but it didn't, so we were walking around in about 100 degrees in jeans, riding spinning rides, AND had an awful experience with one of goodies.
When we got there, we immediately started the search for the deep fried frito pie. There were sooooo many food stands it was actually really difficult to find. Shannon actually stopped at one to ask where it was and woman said, "We have Frito pie!" and only pointed when Shan asked if it was fried. It took us about 15 minutes, but we found it!
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Looks delicious, right? |
Oh, and it was. It came with hot salsa and sour cream, none of which I used, but it SHOULD have come with cheese. Cheese would have made it infinitely better.
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Blurry picture of the inside
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I don't know how they did it, but I'm glad they did.
When we finished these nuggets of deliciousness, we went on a few rides. Awful idea. We needed a break and some A/C, so we went inside the food court. What a pleasant surprise! Inside there we found the...
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If you can't tell... I couldn't find the picture we took. |
Yes, that's fried beer, and yes, it looks like ravioli. The person working the counter told Shannon's dad to bite off a corner, shoot the beer, and the rest was a pretzel.
False.
Shannon, Jocelyn, and I bit off the corner and struggled to eat it. Shannon even spit it out. Then, it hit us: this is hot beer. This was going to be boiling hot beer. I understand that is common sense to most people, but, for some reason, that didn't register with us. But, how many people can say they've had fried beer? So, we cheers-ed and took the shot of molten hot beer. Disgusting. I don't even think the beer they used would have tasted good cold. Mr. Jones laughed at our faces and collective "EEEYYYYYUUUUUCKKKKK!" but still manned up to take the last two. Granted, he did have 3 real beers prior to the fried disaster.
Oh well. We ended the day with a nice trip to Olive Garden, which luckily had no fried beer.