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I had my first encounter with the delicacy known as the deep fried twinkie the other night. My buddy and I had just left a show (the japanese noise/psychedelic band Mono was playing a bar in chicago) and we were starving. There was a hot dog place across the street that was advertising the twinkies at $1.99 a pop. It was too much to resist. I ordered one with a side of fries and a sprite.
The twinkie had turned into a brown, bready blob and the filling had turned into a greyish liquid. It was topped with powdered sugar and chocolate syrup, which both absorbed into the twinkie by the time I got to my seat (~ 20 seconds.)
I was a bit intimidated. I was also a bit drunk and a bit stoned.
But after the first few bites, I realized that it was not to be feared. Even the greyish liquid was quality. It was like a thick funnel cake--just a mass of sugary bread. After finishing it, I looked at my fries and realized they were a poor side dish. I needed a salad or something.
All was well on the way home. The trip down 94 back to the suburbs was peaceful, irie, and eventless, just the way I like it.
I got home, got in bed and closed my eyes. That's when I realized that this thing had actually expanded about twice it's size. I felt like I had a
ing baby in my stomach. I know what that feels like, since I've eaten babies before.
I guess the twinkie sucked up all the beer, water, and sprite in my stomach, and now I was about to throw up. I dry heave once or twice over my trash can before I can make it to the bathroom. Luckily, as soon as I stood up, that shit settled and I could make it back to bed.
Overall: not bad. Not the best in the world, but I'll eat another.
The twinkie had turned into a brown, bready blob and the filling had turned into a greyish liquid. It was topped with powdered sugar and chocolate syrup, which both absorbed into the twinkie by the time I got to my seat (~ 20 seconds.)
I was a bit intimidated. I was also a bit drunk and a bit stoned.
But after the first few bites, I realized that it was not to be feared. Even the greyish liquid was quality. It was like a thick funnel cake--just a mass of sugary bread. After finishing it, I looked at my fries and realized they were a poor side dish. I needed a salad or something.
All was well on the way home. The trip down 94 back to the suburbs was peaceful, irie, and eventless, just the way I like it.
I got home, got in bed and closed my eyes. That's when I realized that this thing had actually expanded about twice it's size. I felt like I had a
ing baby in my stomach. I know what that feels like, since I've eaten babies before. I guess the twinkie sucked up all the beer, water, and sprite in my stomach, and now I was about to throw up. I dry heave once or twice over my trash can before I can make it to the bathroom. Luckily, as soon as I stood up, that shit settled and I could make it back to bed.
Overall: not bad. Not the best in the world, but I'll eat another.
