Once shearing was complete I hustled on over to the Red Hook Diner for a quick bite or four of their fried pickles. They were just as hot and tangy as they ever were, though the sauce was different than the one I remember enjoying the first ever time I tried the dish as a 17 year old. The place with hopping and awash in St. Patrick's Day decorations and food specials. I sat at the funny half booth right behind the cash register and enjoyed every moment of it.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Fried Pickles c/o The Red Hook Diner
Once shearing was complete I hustled on over to the Red Hook Diner for a quick bite or four of their fried pickles. They were just as hot and tangy as they ever were, though the sauce was different than the one I remember enjoying the first ever time I tried the dish as a 17 year old. The place with hopping and awash in St. Patrick's Day decorations and food specials. I sat at the funny half booth right behind the cash register and enjoyed every moment of it.
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