Sup, quarantine friends. I hope you’re staying safe and ready to read more exclusive chicken strip coverage.
This week I ventured to an old favorite, Fargo Billiards and Gastropub. I’ve eaten here a few times in the past and it was always delicious. The fried walleye sandwich was my go-to.
Slightly to my disappointment, this continued my run of basic tenders, though I didn’t think that would be the case at first glance. These look better than they taste.
I was again dealt the chicken strips with thick, crunchy breading and fair quality that are found at restaurants everywhere. They’re always similar and always are not bad, but certainly not something to write home about. That remained constant at the Gastropub.
The steak fries were pretty decent, but needed more salt. The ranch kept the theme of being a familiar flavor, but I can’t complain about it.
Also, nice touch with the paper in the basket. I like that.
This was a very hearty meal — thick chicken tenders, thick steak fries and plenty to go around. Overall, I’ll give it a flat 6. It was fair. I wouldn’t reject the basket if it was placed in front of me, but I won’t go shouting from the rooftops about it.
I will most certainly continue to eat at the Gastropub. Reading over its selections again after a couple years made me crave it. I recommend exploring the menu, because from memory, you can’t really go wrong. There are a lot of tasty options.
I’m going to pivot.
I know quarantine sucks. I know millions of Americans are unemployed because of this and I feel awful for them. But, seriously, if you care about the health of others, just listen to the directives. I fall into the crowd of, “I’ll probably be OK if I get it,” but, clearly, not everyone can say that and it is not the case for thousands and thousands of people.
If you really feel the need to be all “edgy” and “badass” and stand outside of elected officials’ homes to protest them taking safety precautions in an attempt to save lives, stop it. You’re not a patriot. You’re the problem.
Looking back at this when it’s all over, we’d way rather say “We were too cautious” than standing at a loved one’s funeral thinking “Why the hell were we so reckless?” Use your heads.
I won’t apologize for the rant. Thanks for reading. Stay safe. 6.