Day 22: The ‘Knock Me Up Scotty’ (Fried Pickles, One Scoop of Ice Cream, One Hardboiled Egg, A Ton of Ranch)
I couldn’t think of three items that could be more ridiculous together in one dish. A main staple of Carytown’s Galaxy Diner, this pregnancy-craving revue was easily the last thing I wanted at 2PM on a Sunday. 10 hours of sleep had me ravenous for something awesome, and I was not stoked about conquering the elusive hardboiled egg I’d spent so many Fourths of July avoiding.
Our righteously-dredlocked waitress dutifully informed us (Darren, Katryna, Shane and myself) that, though up to me, this was a dish traditionally served drenched with ranch. In the spirit of the challenge, I dove in. My disgusted perceptions of eggs prepared in such a manner were confirmed by first bite. I could barely stomach the rest of it. Likewise, trickling ranch into the ice cream was hardly a novel idea, though I couldn’t really tell the difference visibly. At one point, I’d had a bite of all portions of this platter in my mouth at once, and I can hardly believe I’m saying this, but it wasn’t half bad going down the hatch. My insides were having intense deliberations over whether or not to impeach my stomach from my body soon afterwards. These troubles were soon quelled by talk of Shane’s communist sympathies, Darren’s less-than-American ideals regarding dining options, and a tell-tale explanation of why Kanye West is a patriot for the ages.
I’d highly recommend this dish to anyone looking for something out of the ordinary without looking to bust the bank. Galaxy is by far one of my favorite restaurants, and even with something like this, they hardly disappoint.