trash food

When it comes to fine dining in Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg, Tennessee, well, there's really none to speak of. We had a decent meal at Bullfish Grill. That's in Pigeon Forge. I don't appreciate the shopping (except for in the Village; there are 2 or 3 shops I can stand). Mostly, I go to Gatlinburg for the food. The trashy food. Our tradition includes corndogs, fudge, and donuts. But not together at once. And sometimes funnel cakes, but that's  mostly a Dollywood-specific eating experience.

Traffic is so congested along Gatlinburg's main thoroughfare, that I snapped this "in the moment" shot while in the car, from a few hundred feet away. I hope the expression on my face as I devoured half a corn dog was not as frightening as hers.

Fanny Farkle makes the best corndogs. Really, the only corndogs to speak of. I suppose it was so long since my last visit to Gatlinburg that I forgot where they were. I worried. There's lots of construction going on on that main thoroughfare, lots of walking through gravel, instead of on sidewalks, really gave it a whole "pioneer" feel. I thought maybe Fanny Farkle was no more. 

We bought our dogs. Ian squeezed mustard all along his, but I pumped mine out into a container; makes for better dipping. Didn't get a drink, but needed one. I went to get one and the couple in front of me didn't have any cash. They assumed that FF took credit/debit cards. But no. I offered to pay for their food. I do those sorts of things sometimes anyway, but Kelli's Calculated Acts of Kindness Campaign was in my head, so even though these were strangers to me, I offered. The lady was gracious and declined. She sent her husband off to the ATM in the back. I told her of our quest to find an ATM that had any money to dole out that day. We visited three before the third one dispensed the cash we needed. So there. I tried. I tried to help other trash food foodies in their efforts to clog their arteries and walk down the scary road to Diabetes.

Always have to stop and gawk at the saltwater taffy machine. It's a doozy.

And last, but not least, was Donut Friar. Manna from Heaven is what that is. I'm a confirmed Kripsy Kreme yeasty doughnut fan. Like 'em plain and glazed. But Donut Friar is where I go for filled donuts. They have creme filled and raspberry filled. That raspberry filled is the best. The filling, is good, but the donut itself is the lightest fluffiest kind of donut I've ever had. Pure donut love going on as I eat 'em up. Enough of a dusting of powdered sugar to get you all messed up. And, their cinnamon/sugar twists, shaped like an eight that you can't find in stores anymore, is a good second.

Ian bought fudge. It was pricey. Two smallish slabs for $15. But I'm not a fudge fan. He ate it all.

And that was that. He came home a few minutes ago. Came into the computer room with his hands behind his back. Told me to close my eyes. I heard a sound and thought he was giving me a rubber chicken. But no. It was a box of my very favorite Girl Scout cookies, Caramel deLites. All for me. Must dole them out frugally. Oh, that will never work.

Comments

[lla]

Love the corndog-eating-lady picture. I swear, that sums up the Gatlinburg experience better than words ever could...

I totally should use that as my desktop pattern.

And I'm totally craving a corn dog right now...

Happy GirlScout Cookies to you, and thanks for totally making my day...

p.s. I'm not a fudge fan either. Not the least little bit. But Bubba? I swear he'd like to eat his weight in it. Or at least Schecky's weight...