Went to a bachelor party on Wednesday for my friend Dave Terry. He’s getting married tomorrow, and I’ll be one of the ushers at the wedding. Fun! The bachelor party started at the bowling alley, then moved to Plucker’s wings (where “If you don’t like our wings, we’ll give you the bird” — you know, one of those places.) Anyway, Plucker’s recently started serving, among other things, fried twinkies for dessert. Yes, that’s right; fried twinkies. Seeing as how this was a bachelor party, we just had to try it. Ugh. Talk about gastrointestinal torture! Imagine eating a bunch of fried chicken wings, including a “fire in the hole” hot wing, followed by some fried twinkies with ice cream and chocolate sauce, all washed down by warm beer (which was thankfully replaced for free). How can you possibly feel good after eating that?
The fried twinkies tasted much like the elephant ears you get at the county fair, but crustier and with filling inside. I will not have them again.
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TWO WEEKS AND A DAY!!!!