I was away this past weekend, visiting friends on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. My sister-in-law and I drove down together and managed to steal a few hours of beach time in Ocean City. Something about the sight, sound and smell of the Atlantic gets my other two senses (taste and touch) running to the boardwalk for a big ole bucket of Thrasher's french fries. We Marylanders know the value behind a pile of the handcut taters ... they heal all wounds. I got in line with my SIL and, laden down with beach bags and towels, we waited patiently (the line is usually VERY long) for our chance at a little slice of starchy, carb heaven. We split a medium and doused them in malt vinegar, sprinkled with salt. My tastebuds were literally standing up and cheering.
Long and droopy, these spuds have a better tan than most of the beachcombers eating them. There's a slight snap as you bite into them and then all that love comes pouring out, hot from the fryer and tangy with vinegar. Unbelievable.
They're the very best taste of summer. I don't care who you are or where you come from. Once you've had 'em, there's no going back. And no substitutes. When I'm in OC, I have to have them. I can skip everything else (not always, mind you. But usually), and snack on those pretty much exclusively. You can keep your corndogs and funnel cakes. Nothing says summer - nothing screams, yells and carries on, in fact - like a healthy, heaping serving of Thrasher's.
Ah, culinary satisfaction.
Long and droopy, these spuds have a better tan than most of the beachcombers eating them. There's a slight snap as you bite into them and then all that love comes pouring out, hot from the fryer and tangy with vinegar. Unbelievable.
They're the very best taste of summer. I don't care who you are or where you come from. Once you've had 'em, there's no going back. And no substitutes. When I'm in OC, I have to have them. I can skip everything else (not always, mind you. But usually), and snack on those pretty much exclusively. You can keep your corndogs and funnel cakes. Nothing says summer - nothing screams, yells and carries on, in fact - like a healthy, heaping serving of Thrasher's.
Ah, culinary satisfaction.
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