Bar Appetizers
by Lore Sjöberg
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Buffalo Wings
I love buffalo wings, but they have to be brutally hot. I have this
sort of submissive Gorean relationship with hot wings; in my heart I
realize that they know what is best for me, and I must submit to them
in all things. It takes a strong appetizer to tame me, but I am fierce
in loyalty. Plus blue cheese dressing. A+ |
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Onion Rings
People just can't agree on what an onion ring should look like. When
you order onion rings in a new pub, you'll never know whether you're
going to get robust beer-batter rings or a basket of leprous shavings
that look like the by-product of a failed cheese steak. And don't even
get me started on those who use chopped onions and still hope to spend
eternity with the Lord. B |
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Mozzarella Sticks
Having addressed the important issues of deep-frying and cheese many times
in the past, I'll add here that I like practically any food that you dip
into some sort of viscid flavor substance. I've had long conversations on
the relative and absolute virtues of barbecue sauce, drawn butter, and
chocolate milkshakes as dipping material for french fries. I'm not sure
why I like dipping food. Maybe it just makes me feel like I'm contributing
to the meal in some way. Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair. B- |
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Quesadillas
These are excessively moderate. They're merely grilled, not deep-fried,
they have a higher breadstuff-to-cheese ratio than most cheese-using
appetizers, and they're rarely served with any sort of dipping sauce. Oh,
sure, they don't stop you from dipping them. That's what I like about
bar waitstaff; they'll serve you garlic bread with a side of cocktail
sauce and won't ask questions. But still, the basic quesadilla experience
would require better salsa than I've ever gotten in a bar to redeem. C |
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Veggie Plate
It's not that I'm anti-vegetable. I like baby carrots as much as the
next person, even though I'm still bitter over finding out that I'm not
literally committing vegetable infanticide, but at a bar? Mixing beer
and crudite seems like inviting your hockey team and your coven over at
the same time. It seems like it might be an interesting combo, but it'll
probably just result in long conversational lulls and/or stuff caught
in your teeth. D+ |
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