I’m not really sure I understand the concept of date night — is it date night when we decide we don’t want to cook so we go to a restaurant? Is it date night when Matt agrees to come with me to something I’m covering? I have no idea. But last week, I was in a gloomy mood and it was payday, so off we went to Foxy’s.
There are only a small handful of restaurants in town here, and while some of them are pretty good, it gets boring switching between the same five places over and over. I love when tourist season begins because that means the seasonal restaurants open up! Foxy’s is the dining room attached to a local fishing lodge, and they’ve been around for a loooong time. My dad still talks about the deep-fried Camembert he had there, ages ago.
Speaking of deep-fried Camembert, I finally got to try it!
It was really good, especially dipped in the honey-dill sauce that came with it. This wasn’t a fast-food kind of dipping sauce; it was actual thick, sticky honey.
Next up was the broccoli-cheddar-bacon soup, which didn’t really have much of a cheese or broccoli flavour. It was just warm and savoury and delicious, without any one taste jumping out. That might sound like a bad thing, but I liked it.
For my main course, I was thinking about pheasant breast or blackened elk sirloin but I decided it was a comfort food kind of day so I ended up with Chicken Cordon Bleu. The chicken was really juicy and delicious but I honestly enjoyed the carrots more than anything.
We were too stuffed for dessert. Matt couldn’t even eat his after-dinner chocolate!
Anyway, the Camembert got me wondering, what’s the weirdest deep-fried thing you’ve heard of?