Pickles

As noted at least a billion times before – I could live on pickles.

I drink the juice, I can down a jar in one setting. Any shape, any kind – sweet, homemade, store bought, sour, DEEP FRIED.

And with a little help from the Twitterverse I found a place in Oshkosh with deep fried pickles, and so with last night’s dinner, we indulged.

These guys, from West End Pizza (1414 W 20th Ave.) in Oshkosh, were different than the ones I’ve had before. Usually deep fried pickles are sliced and these were obviously spears. But man were they good. $3.99 for six spears, a good deal, I think. And now I’ll likely be forced to go back to West End Pizza on a more frequent basis than what will be good for my waist line, salt intake and general own good. Ah well, success on the pickles front.