This is such a metaphor for dreamers. I’m dating a foreign national who has lived in america since she was 16. She describes it as ” And then I moved to mars”. That was over 30 years ago, and now things have become complicated.
The fact that an apartment floor looked and tasted enough like disco fries to satisfy her craving says it all right there.
The description, “a New Jersey version of poutine,” itself an international culinary horror, for some reason does not stimulate my taste buds.
Just because you don’t appreciate the delicacy that is Poutine is no reason to call it a “culinary horror”. I have no desire whatsoever to even try pigs feet & hog jowls, but I’m not going to call it a “horror”.
I happen to know a lot of Americans who would love it if Poutine would make its way into American culture more than it has. It’s still a relative specialty. Most American restaurants, even in states bordering Canada, don’t even know what it is. We have one local restaurant — they don’t know it by name, but they’re more than happy to accommodate customers who ask for a plate of fries covered with cheese and gravy.
I have been hearing about poutine for years and frankly it sounded icky, if not an outright horror. Just had some about a month ago and. I. loved. it. So there ya go.
Disco fries? Must be a North Jersey thing. I had to google & the answer is…meh. Tho we are the Jersey Devil end of this radioactive benzene soaked toxic wonderland outsiders call New Jersey. Poutine, Belgian fries, Chilli cheese fries, or jalapeno cheddar fries = YES. FWIW, you can also get decent Vietnamese iced coffee and a good cheesesteak down here too.
I had to look up disco fries.
Now I wish I didn’t. I shouldn’t be this hungry!
Jersey Poutine. French fries, mozzarella, and gravy. Mmmmmm.
OMG, it’s like a bio-meme…. never heard of them, now I need them.
i also had to look up disco fries.
should have waited until after breakfast.
this hunger is unseemly.
I also looked up Disco Fries.
Thank gods I’m eating pot roast right now, otherwise I’d be hungry.
Unity, everyone is reality-blind. Ya don’t need the hoodie, they’ll think it’s a cool dye job….
Some mysteries are better left unsolved, Captain Fancy.
Her words say unsolved, but her eyes say that she already knows but loves her anyway.
I was thinking more along the lines of “We’re not even sure it was a ‘person’.”
This is such a metaphor for dreamers. I’m dating a foreign national who has lived in america since she was 16. She describes it as ” And then I moved to mars”. That was over 30 years ago, and now things have become complicated.
So unfair…
America is no longer a place to escape to, but rather has become yet another place to escape from.
That’s one of the dumbest things I’ve heard. Last I checked, people were still swimming the Rio Grande to get in, not out.
The fact that an apartment floor looked and tasted enough like disco fries to satisfy her craving says it all right there.
The description, “a New Jersey version of poutine,” itself an international culinary horror, for some reason does not stimulate my taste buds.
I think the person in the next apartment had disco fries.
Briefly…
Just because you don’t appreciate the delicacy that is Poutine is no reason to call it a “culinary horror”. I have no desire whatsoever to even try pigs feet & hog jowls, but I’m not going to call it a “horror”.
I happen to know a lot of Americans who would love it if Poutine would make its way into American culture more than it has. It’s still a relative specialty. Most American restaurants, even in states bordering Canada, don’t even know what it is. We have one local restaurant — they don’t know it by name, but they’re more than happy to accommodate customers who ask for a plate of fries covered with cheese and gravy.
I have been hearing about poutine for years and frankly it sounded icky, if not an outright horror. Just had some about a month ago and. I. loved. it. So there ya go.
Disco fries? Must be a North Jersey thing. I had to google & the answer is…meh. Tho we are the Jersey Devil end of this radioactive benzene soaked toxic wonderland outsiders call New Jersey. Poutine, Belgian fries, Chilli cheese fries, or jalapeno cheddar fries = YES. FWIW, you can also get decent Vietnamese iced coffee and a good cheesesteak down here too.
Well, the best fries I’ve ever had are those I make myself—maybe somebody selling them can beat that but I haven’t the time to hunt them up.
Yes, Unity, it’s almost as big of a (non)mystery as what happened to the people of the Roanoke colony.