A Salt and Battery
Still hungry from our foray into the best fish ever at Morimoto, we venture to what we assume is “Little Britain” on nearby Greenwich Avenue to procure dessert from A Salt and Battery.
|Clever Name, No? Oh, Those Brits|
Sounding suspiciously like Eliza Doolittle to our uncultured American ears, he asks us what we would like.
“A deep-fried candy bar!” we exclaim. He asks us what kind. What kind?
Sunny Anderson did not specify what kind of candy bar we should have fried in the TOTALLY UNEXPECTED episode of Best Thing I Ever Ate. We are flummoxed. We order a Mars bar, after we are assured that it tastes like a Milky Way. Our English friend then encourages us to try a Lions bar as well, as it is the most popular choice among the Brits. Two fried candy bars? Why not?
We sit at the counter facing the wall and decide instantly that we need to come back and eat everything on the menu: it all looks fried and mouth-watering.
|Give Us One of Everything|
Our candy bars are presented in a carnival-like paper tray. Cutting them in half with the precision of a plastic surgeon, we take our first bites.
Holy. Mother. Of. England.
|Toto, I Don't Think We're At Morimoto Anymore|
|Would You Like FRY With That?|
|The Brains of a Fried Candy Bar|
|We Vow to Thee Your Country|
A Salt and Battery’s Deep Fried Candy Bar: 5 stars*
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate