Lunchtime in West Harrison, Indiana provided an opportunity to check off a box on my national culinary list. Yes, folks, it was a stop at Skyline Chili.
Of course, The Boffin and The Sprog were most of the way toward the restaurant while I was faffing around with this picture of Horace. To my pleasant surprise, the manager came out and told me, “Go on! Get in there!”. How could I say no?
So, what is special about Skyline Chili? Skyline Chili is a Cincinnati institution. Nicholas Lambrinides, a Greek immigrant, opened the first Skyline Chili in 1949 and named the restaurant after the view of the city’s skyline.
And it is not just about the tastiness of the chili. Of course, you can get a bowl of chili, chili dogs, and chili fries. But, the grotesquely American dish on offer is a 3-way which is chili and a megaton of cheese on top of spaghetti. The Sprog and I chose that option after the drug pushers gave us free samples.
The Boffin got the 4-way which means you get the above with the addition of either beans or onions. He chose beans. He only mildly hates us. If he truly hated us, he would have gotten the 5-way with beans and onions.
The oyster crackers seen above are a Skyline tradition. They actually are good at counterbalancing the heat.
This meal will probably kill me, but I will die happy.
Pennsylvania Dutch potato filling…
Three sticks of butter and a death wish.
Edited with the recipe with the following changes.
Use all of the butter for the frying of the bread and vegetables. Do not put any on top. Not necessary. You may even need extra butter, hence this time I needed three sticks. I used salted.
In the UK, use size medium eggs. In the US, size large.
You can season it however you would like.
Canadian maple donut. That is all.
I would love to come back to the UK and see the size of one of these things.
Probably wouldn’t hold a candle, really.
Oh, and this is in Dayton, Ohio, so making election comments are tempting. But I am going to ask for restraint. My readers are above cheap shots.
I’m not, but you are.
Every so often, I get to pee by Independence Hall. I have never peed on Independence Hall. Not sure if I would get much of a thrill out of that.
Unfortunately, I did my grocery shopping too late, so I missed a chance to utilize these helpful suggestions on how to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night according to one of my local grocery stores.
Hey, it turns out that Guy Fawkes lead the conspiracy and not Robert Catesby. Who knew? And Guy Fawkes also did some time travel too because the Kingdom of Britain did not exist until 1707. I thought it was still the the Kingdom of England and Wales in 1605. He must have used the TARDIS. The Doctor never seems to go anywhere apart from London, as far as I have seen.
Regardless, so what are Americans supposed to do, since there are no fireworks, bonfires, nor parades around these parts (although there used to be in early colonial days in New England)? Well, it looks like we are supposed to drink Irish tea with chocolate covered digestive “crackers”. Perhaps we can snack on baked beans on top of Irish beer-flavored potato chips. Sounds pretty lame. Is that all?
The grocery store also gave an idea for a meal to fix along with some more specials.
Ah! It’s Cinco de Noviembre!
Considering we have some of the best Mexican food in the Chicagoland area, this could work. Instead of the bonfires, we can make Guy Fawkes into a piñata, fill him with a lot of that leftover Halloween candy, and have the kids hit him with sticks. And we are always looking for reasons to set off fireworks and explosives. This is America.
What do you think?