Last night I went to Hooters on Hollywood Blvd. with some friends for a classy Saturday evening. I tried fried pickles for the first time, which I was somewhat hesitant about doing even though I have a love for regular pickles.
At first taste I was indifferent. I definitely didn't hate it, but I wasn't overwhelmed by them like I am by Hooters' curly fries and ranch dressing (Ranch dressing by the way costs an extra 1.50, and worth every penny). Though the more I ate, the harder I found them to put down.
Now here I am, the morning after, craving fried pickles. I guess I'll just have to wait until next happy hour...
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