Pickles. They’re not just a condiment anymore.
My friend Keli is in town for our 20-year high school reunion — Go, North Central Indians!
Thursday night I introduced her to the Flying Irish Running Club (stay tuned for a post on this fantastic, fleet-footed group).
Then she introduced me to these little nuggets of unexpected goodness:
OMG. Deep-fried pickles. Thick cut. Zesty. Lightly-battered and still-crunchy. Welcome to my new addiction.
Get yours at Post Street Ale House, 1 N. Post.
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