Tios’ latest attempt to lure Ypsilanti and Ann Arbor residents into eating their terrible food is an eating competition involving 5 pounds of nachos, called Mount Nacheesmo. I would normally be pretty pumped about an eating competition in my hometown of Ypsilanti, but I am on a strict boycott of anything involving Tios Mexican Cafe.
In true Tios fashion, the nachos closely resemble something you could easily make at home. Check out that guacamole. Look familiar? Maybe a certain guacamole served by Taco Bell? Or something that fixes leaks in your plumbing? Sick. This looks like 4.5 pounds of tortilla chips with nacho topping garnishes. I think I’ll keep my $29.99 and Tios can keep their t-shirts. Boo Tios. Boo.
Todd got me thinking about waffles with his previous post, and I was going through some old pictures and came across this beautiful sight. Never in my life have I had a New York strip steak in New York, Canadian bacon in Canada, Boston cream pie in Boston, or Wisconsin cheese in Wisconsin.
I have, however, had Belgian waffles in Belgium. I’m telling you. These things are beyond ridiculous. For only 2 Euros, you can have your pick from these babies on every street corner.
The point I am trying to make is that if Eggo has the shortage they predict, I might need to relocate to Belgium. I need my waffles.
With Thanksgiving coming up, I can’t help but remember the most delicious Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever had. About 4-5 years ago, my roommate and I decided it would be a great idea to have a 15 lb. turducken overnighted from New Orleans. We came up with this idea after a long night of drinking, and probably should have thought more about it before we paid what we did. The only thing I’ll say is that the delivery cost more than the turducken. The box showed up at 6:30 AM packed in dry ice and Brandon, my roommate, immediately got down to business. This man can cook a bird(s).
Oh, and for the record, the time stamp on these pictures is wrong. I can’t figure out why I even had that stupid thing turned on in the first place. I believe this was the day before Thanksgiving in ’05. And also, this wasn’t the cleanest apartment in the world. We moved in days before these were taken.
We had a strict "no closing cupboard doors" policy, and just for the record that's a hookah on the counter. Not some marijuana smoking device.
If you’re not aware of what a turducken is, it’s a turkey that’s stuffed with a duck that’s stuffed with a chicken. This turducken, being from New Orleans, also contained crawfish stuffing. We decided the only way to cook this bird was to baste it in a combination of it’s own juices, Hennesy, and brown sugar. We figured this would give us a nice crisp on the outside from the carmelization of the sugar, and a ridiculous flavor.
The following picture makes the turkey look a little burnt, but this was actually exactly the way we wanted it. The brown sugar had crisped up and created a delicious flavor on the outside. If you can get a turducken to be this crispy on the outside and cooked perfectly on the inside, then you’re doing something right.
Incredible.
If you ever get the chance to pick one of these up, do it. It’s an incredible flavor and experience. You don’t need to get these things shipped from New Orleans, but if you do I can’t blame you.
