Trey Givens sent out the Amateur Gourmet Batsignal on his weblog, and of course I had to respond. The issue? Fried Candy Bars. My friends Alex, Travis and JC reported back to me on the fried candy bar phenomenon when they studied overseas at St. Andrews. Apparently, the British invented this concoction to please tourist Americans: thinking we like candy bars and we like things fried in fat, so let’s combine the two and sell them. I’m not repulsed by the idea, but God I would feel so guiltly afterwards. Now if they fried a healthy Protein bar, we could talk.
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It’s funny, because never got the impression that Brits invented the fried candy bar to please Americans… I vaguely recall seeing an episode of Nigella Lawson’s show where she and about five other proper British ladies scarfed down fried Mars bars by the truckload. It was all a bit much for me. But then again, I’ve eaten fried Twinkies, so I really shouldn’t talk…
A-B-O-M-I-NATION!
Blech!
Had a fried Mars bar in England. When I saw it was battered with the same stuff as the cod and then fried in the same pot as the cod and chips I just about puked. Later that night, after eating the damn thing, I did puke. But boy did Andrew suck down those greasy gyros and chips from the same “restaurant”. It’s amazing either of us lived to tell the tale.
Oooh. How ’bout some Oreos breaded in a sort of doughnut batter and then fried and served with a thich fudge sauce on the side? I had this at a restaurant in the state of Washington. A friend took me there, they were not on the menu. You just had to know to ask for them, which made them even better, as they were only available to those in the know. RICH and DECADENT.
Excuse me, but fried candy bars are a SCOTTISH idea… I know ‘British’ encompasses England, Scotland and Wales but please note that that dietary horror called fried candy bars are a Scottish preserve.
The rest of us have other dietary quirks.
Hey, that’s my pic of a Deep Fried Mars Bar that you link to! I took it at A Salt & Battery on Second Avenue in the East Village.