Ladies and Gentlemen, Poutine:
Poutine! Poutine! Poutine!
Poutine is french fries smothered in gravy and topped with cheese curds. Trust me, it is a lot better than it sounds.
I wouldn’t usually eat the foods I feature on Food that can kill you, but I love Poutine. I had it for the first time at the Canadian Grand Prix last month.
In fact, I love Poutine so much I am seriously considering getting a Fry Daddy when we get home.
Now, the very thought of deep frying things scares me to death, which is why we don’t already have a Fry Daddy. However, in this case I might have to face my fears. Because I just don’t think Poutine would be the same with Ore Ida fries. But I might have to try it first, just to be sure.
Are you kidding me? Have you seen this?
This is the new Double Down from Kentucky Fried Chicken. It is bacon and cheese sandwiched between two boneless chicken breast fillets. But no bun. Dr. Atkins would be so proud.
Here is the nutritional information:
Honestly, I thought it would be much worse. Perhaps I’ll have a side order of mashed potatoes and gravy with mine.
Did you know that if you take the word “super” and put it next to the word “bowl” and use it to refer to a football game the NFL will come after you and take your house, your car and your first born child? Well, since I am rather fond of my first born child (most of the time) and my house and car I will try to evade the wrath of the NFL and just refer to today’s game as The Big Game and assume you all know what I am talking about.
My friend Amy found this and sent it to me. This may be the best, most amazing piece of food art I have ever seen. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Glutton Bowl.
Look at that. It has a guacamole playing field with sour cream yardlines. It has queso and salsa end zones with Slim Jim goalposts. And the players! They are made of Vienna sausages with little cheese helmets. Please note the bacon crowd control barriers and the crowd made of many and various chips. And I have saved the best for last. The stadium. The stadium my friends is made out of Twinkies. Twinkies! I love this. I love this with every fiber of my being.
Here are the complete directions and some more photos of the work in progress. I think you should have enough time to get to the store and make one for your party before the guests start arriving. You better hurry.
I actually came across this while I was looking for a deep fried bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich (I’m still looking).
This is the Akimbo Burger from the Comet Cafe in Milwaukee, WI. Road trip anyone? Here is the photo I found:
Well hello sailor.
Details are sketchy because this is apparently on the secret menu, but I think this bad boy contains the following:
- 1/2 pound beef
- jalapeno relish
- barbecue sauce
- onion rings
- fried egg
- grilled cheese sandwich buns
One place listed bacon wrapped meatloaf as an ingredient. Bacon wrapped meatloaf? My word. This place also makes a BELT, or bacon, egg, lettuce and tomato sandwich. I really think I need to move to Milwaukee and eat at the Comet EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Ladies and gentlemen, The BellyBuster
This hails from Rube’s Steakhouse. My husband discovered it.
Now I have to wonder who could possibly eat 54 ounces of steak in one sitting. Just thinking about it makes me feel slightly ill.
Rube’s is one of Tom’s favorite places, but he has never had the BellyBuster. Or, at least, he has never admitted it to me.
Personally, I will not be going to Rube’s any time soon. Why? I’ll tell you why. Because Rube’s is one of those cook-your-own-steak restaurants.
This is a concept I just do not understand. If I am going out to eat, I don’t think I should be expected to cook my own food. The whole point of going out to eat is not cooking your own food. If I wanted to cook a steak, I could do that at my house for a lot less money.
Son of the return of food that can kill you
Many thanks to my mother in law for the following find. Ladies and gentlemen may I please present The Bacone
From This is Why You’re Fat.
In this photo they have filled the Bacone with scrambled eggs and biscuits and gravy. I am not a big fan of scrambled eggs. In fact, I think they might be poison, but I have given this some thought and I have come up with some alternative fillings:
- Donut holes
- French toast sticks
- Lettuce, tomatoes and ranch dressing (a Bacone BLT!)
- Pasta and parmesan cheese (Bacone carbonara)
Or, my personal favorite:
- A great big scoop of maple ice cream
Come on, you know you want one.
Oh sweet merciful heavens. If this isn’t the all-time #1 Food that Can Kill You then I just don’t know what it could possibly be. In fact I may have to retire this particular blog feature because I just don’t see how it could get any better (or worse, depending on your point of view).
Ladies and Gentlemen, please allow me to present:
Deep Fried Butter
How does the FDA even allow such a thing to exist?
A quote from The Source of this piece of amazing news:
So here’s what Gonzales does: He takes 100 percent pure butter, whips it until it is light and fluffy, freezes it, then surronds it with dough. The butter-laden dough balls are then dropped into the deep fryer.
For purists who just want the unadulterated taste of butter, Gonzales serves up plain-butter versions of his creation. For others who want a little more pizzazz, he offers three additional versions with flavored butters: garlic, grape or cherry.
Apparently Abel Gonzales will be debuting this little concoction at the Texas State Fair. And I thought Iowa had the deep fried food market completely sewn up. I am ashamed of Iowans everywhere.
The article also mentions something about deep-fried Coca-Cola. Now that sounds intriguing.
A thousand thank you’s to Tom for sending me this article in the first place.
I have been fooling around on the Internet looking at hotels in Las Vegas. Tom and I are toying with the idea of a trip out there in November. I am also looking at holiday flats in Montreal for next summer but that’s another story.
Anyway, I can’t book anything until Tom finds out if he has to go to China when we were planning on being in Vegas. And I can’t book anything in Montreal for a variety of reasons. One of them being waiting to hear when my brother is getting married, but I think I may have some inside information on that. I am not telling though (oooh, intrigue).
But I digress.
While I was looking at hotels in Vegas, I found the website for the Sahara. That is one of the old old-school hotels, so I gave it a look. It turns out they have a NASCAR themed café now. And that café features this burrito:
I found the photo here
The Big Bad-Ass Burrito weighs six pounds. It is either $19.95 or free (ask server for details). I suspect it’s free if you eat the whole thing in a predetermined amount of time. I have absolutely no idea what’s in it. I would guess a little bit of everything, and obviously it has sour cream and guacamole on top. Yum.
Have I mentioned how much I like Mexican food?
Here, courtesy of FXcuisine.com is deep fried pizza two ways.
First, the Scottish version, where they take a frozen (I presume) pizza, dip it in batter at the local chippie and deep fry it with the fish and chips. The result looks something like this.
Not particularly appetizing in my opinion.
You could try this version the next time you find yourself in Naples, Italy. Now, I will freely admit that I hated Naples. Naples makes Rome seem clean and orderly. But, I might go back for the chance to try pizza fritti.
In this instance you sandwich your pizza toppings between two pieces of dough and then deep fry it. Now this looks good. This I would eat. Happily.
Well, I have so much to tell you about Frankenmuth. I can best sum up Bronners with three words; I’m not crazy. I really need photos to do this place justice, and since I forgot the cord that will allow me to transfer pictures from my camera to my computer, you will just have to wait. So there.
I gotta tell ya, I have never seen a place that was more likely to put someone in a food coma.
Yesterday we went to the Frankenmuth Brewery for dinner. I had a plate of nachos the size of a rowboat. I am not even kidding. Here is one of the dessert items. I lacked the intestinal fortitude to order it, but I did write down the description so I could share it with you. Aren’t you lucky?
Oreo Cookies dipped in sweet dough batter fried and topped with ice cream, powdered sugar, chocolate fudge, caramel sauce and whipped cream.
Today we went to the Bavarian Inn Restaurant. They specialize in German food, and a lot of it. I ordered the sauerbraten (I like sauerbraten) and it came with all of the following:
- Noodle soup
- Bread with butter and preserves
- Creamy cucumber salad
- Chicken and pasta salad
- Cranberry relish
And those were just the starters. My meal came with twelve; count ‘em twelve slices of sauerbraten and all of this:
- Cheese and potato puffs (mashed potato croquettes)
- Dressing and gravy
- Buttered noodles topped with breadcrumbs
- Butternut squash
Are you full yet? I may never need to eat again.