I have been on a short sabbatical from the salt mine. Besides growing a beard, I have not been just smoking cigars and watching Captain Kangaroo. I have been doing exhaustive research for you, the Mad Meat Genius readers. Today brings us to the city for chicken fried bacon at the “Buckshot”. The Buckshot is a local watering hole that occupies the former digs of “Pat O’Shea’s Mad Hatter. Their infamous moniker was “We cheat tourists and drunks’. I bellied up to the bar and ordered a cold one and some chicken fried bacon.
It tastes just like you would imagine: salty, a little chewy and oh so greasy good. The first one dipped in a combo of ketchup & mustard and then drizzled with maple syrup was pure heaven. The second piece was a little decadent. The sweet maple syrup enticed me to finish off this plate of breaded swine. After this act of gluttony I was destined to the couch to see if the Captain had been ping pong ball dropped by falling for Mr. Moose’s ‘Knock, Knock’ jokes once again.