Backyard Blogger in St. Louis

Word on the "Show Me" streets was that there was a 2006 Slyderfest going on at the 'Castle. What's a backyard blogger in town to do? You guessed it.

Slyder? I don't even know her. No, seriously, this is the first time I've had one of these in years. So, yes, I am unaccustomed. Don't give me that "It's the same as a Krystal" crap. As soon as I bit into one, the lack of mustard, or any condiment whatsoever, sent my tastebuds into a what tha! blur. Good thing I had some Arby sauce handy. That's right. Fast food fusion at its best.

It's a box of cake doughnuts! It's a box of moldy bagels! It's a box of freakin Hidden Valley Ranch dusted chicken rings.

You don't know how hard it was fighting off the urge to keep this last one as a momento. Just the right temperature, the right range of tanginess, no DIPPING required, and the satisfaction of knowing I'm digging chicken product that, although bigger than a nugget, is NOT a chicken TENDER. Who says you have to settle? I'd drive 400 miles to prove it.