Believe it or not...

...it's all from one room.

 

 

Dipsy knows...

...about the 4-hour specials in Room 19.

And, we've got the exclusive

photos to prove it!

To Quote More Shakespeare

A Girlyskirt Chip Review

After the last BBQ chip disaster, which I have officially dubbed Korea-gate, I decided to venture into hotter territory. And, what could possibly be hotter than Hell, I asked myself. So, naturally, Devil's BBQ, a flavour named after its chief resident, would have to be burning with the flickering flames of Damien-like evilness. Immediately, upon acquisition, I tore open the packaging and received a walloping whiff of Lucifer's loins, penetrating my nostrils with a savoury Satanic scent, thrusting deep into the bowels of my sinuses with a demonic dementia that dared to defile me of my innocence with its indulgent insurgence of inferno-esque intensity. Could this finally be the BBQ baddie that blows my skirt up over my scrotum and sends me into a blazing state of in flagrante delicto? With bated breath and bulging basket, I brazenly bit into the Beelzebub-based potato crunchers and my first reaction was to blurt out with unbridled bravado, "Ehh, they're OK." The thick tater snacks were definitely tasty and tangy and worthy of a repeat purchase. However, the Devil's barbecue ended up being more of a hibachi. Sure, they had a hint of Hades to them, but nowhere near the scorching hellzapoppin-ness that I was a-hopin' and a-hoppin' for. Once again, my dreams of Fahrenheit 451 had fizzled into a Celsius 27. What I thought might be my new BFF with benefits turned out to be nothing more than a very pleasant booty call, that I would not hesitate to dial long-distance for on some future occasion. In short, on the wang-o-meter, the devil's dong was delicious enough to keep putting back into my mouth, but not hot enough to require a mango lassi afterwards.

And while on the subject, my latest puzzle:

A Girlyskirt Chip Review

When my eyes accidentally stumbled upon this purple package of pleasure, I promptly prophesized pandemonium and popularity where my penchant for potato chips is concerned. Obviously, a Korean Barbecue flavour must be packed with a Kim Jong Un-ian pow that would not only wow the proletariat but blow the panty-hose off the hoi polloi as well. Certainly, these  paprika-sprinkled  snacks would have to ignite in one's mouth with an atomic devastation that would leave the tongue tantalized with the tang of spice and everything nice. How could something so bold in name not be rolled in flame? It was pre-destined that these kettle-cooked delights would be outta-sight with a dy-no-mite zing and bite that would have the meekest of mice be the sleekest in vice. But, alas, they merely tasted like a run-of-the-mill sweet BBQ that had my nuclear rocket fizzle out before it ever reached its destination. On the wang-o-meter, these chips deceived me more than bringing home an Equador-ean after a Saturday-night drinking binge only to find out that his basket was made in the Phillipines.

Just for you, LC

 

HBD!

A Girlyskirt Chip Review

As my readership knows, a new flavour of chips always sends this blogger a-flitter...so, you can just imagine the thrill I experienced when my beautiful eyes fell upon this package of Polynesian-themed potatoes. Immediately, visions of juicy pineapples and pupu platters danced through my head...not to mention wahinis wading through the warm waters of Waikiki while white waves whoosh wildly around their womanhood. So excited was I to have my taste buds savour these Hawaiian delights that I actually slipped into a grass skirt (underwear being optional, of course) and took my ukulele in hand to help heighten the eating experience...but, alas, these slightly spiced-up BBQ bits of mediocrity did not live up to their island inspiration. If you ask me, they were more so-so than Don Ho. Sadly, my greetings of aloha were turned into a low ha ha, as the scheming corporate executives laughed at the ease with which I was duplicitously duped into purchasing their cunningly-conceived creation. It's true, I was conned by their sneaky Kon Tiki tactics. And, don't even get me started on the ginger-infused sea-salt. Ginger, my Mary-Anne! As for the wang-o-meter, it never got lei-ed at the luau. Therefore, I won't be making a big hula-baloo about these 4 inches of shrinky dinkiness.

And finally...

...the 60s.

 

 

As far as I'm concerned,

it's all about the boots.

By special request...

...here is the 80s version.

 

It's not about finding the differences...

...I just thought they could do with

a new 70s look.

 

Valentine Red

Let's celebrate the day
with my latest jigsaw puzzle.

 

 

It only had 4 pieces missing.

 

However, inside the box,

were 2 pieces from another puzzle.

 

 

I suspected there would be pieces missing,

based on the way the box was taped together.

 

But, I just couldn't resist buying it.

 

If you're wondering what the puzzle would

look like with all of its pieces in place,

here's a copy of the poster that came with it.

 

 

Jealous???

 

Well, feel free to make an offer.

Another Girlyskirt Review

The other day, as I was ambling through the aisles of a Canadian Tire, my eyes befell upon an amazing array of Frank chips. How fascinated I was by this unknown brand and, naturally, was obligated to seize me one for essaying and assessing. But, to mix things up a little, I decided to procure their version of cheese puffs instead of my usual potato-based snack. And how thrilled I was with my purchase. Not only were they easy on the wallet, but these melt-in-your-mouth munchies were so light and airy, it was like feasting on a fairy. The cheese coating in question could not be confused with a classic Cheddar or a Camembert, but it was chemically creative and to my surprise a teensy smidgen of vinegar-esque velvetiness vibrated my uvula, zipping these treats to a whole new level. And, might I add, upon completion of consumption, my fingers, miraculously, were not glowing with an incandescent orange substance, despite the endless list of unnatural additives.
       When it comes to cracking these cheesy jokes, rest assured that they are no laughing matter. So, the next time you are in need in of Gorilla Glue or Jig-a-Loo, this is what I propose you do: hop over to Canada's favourite hardware store and keep your eyes open for Frank. Sure, he may not be as popular as Mr. Pringles or that Ruffles fellow but, on a cold winter's night, I guarantee you'll enjoy fingering his petite phallic-esque puffs of pleasure. Besides, how can you resist a snappy chap in a blue cap with bowtie to match?
       Fans of other cheese sticks might vehemently disagree with me...but, on the wang-o-meter, these bite-sized bits of bacchanal-like bliss rate a breathtaking 8 inches. If you are seeking a bold blast of artificial cheddar, these may not be the best of the bunch. I, however, was won over by their airiness and how guiltless I felt as I gorged upon them...Also, the packaging was amazing!

To quote more Shakespeare...

 

 

Potato Salad, Anyone???

 

 

I assume the white globs are the potatoes

...and not eggs, right?

 

So, then, what's holding it all together?

Egg salad? Mashed potatoes? Cake batter?

 

And what's in that icing?

 

I guess there are just some things in life

we'll never know.

 

And while on the subject of Hellmann's:

 

To quote Shakespeare...

 

 

 

It's 2017...

...and what better way to start the year

than with a Girlyskirt chip review:

In an unending quest to flavor their potatoes with tastes from around the world, the people at President's Choice have come out with a new savory chip...Harissa Hummus. This latest attempt at global gourmandise and gastronomic gluttony purportedly transports us to the Middle East (MENA, to be exact) with hints of caraway, chili, coriander, cumin and spearmint. So, what exactly does this amalgamation of aromatic additives taste like? Yes, you guessed it! BBQ.  Well, more of an international BBQ, to be exact. There was an element of exotica, a soupcon of spice that tickled my palette with foreign piquancy. However, fans of Ali Baba won't be soaring on any magic carpets where these Islamic-themed edibles are concerned. Heartbrokenly, there's no huzzah for harissa here. Personally, I base the success of a chip on the number of sittings it takes to complete the entire bag (naturally, a single sitting being the epitomy of tastiness.) In this case, unfortunately, it took more than one night to complete...more like 1001 nights, if you want to get all allegorical. If only I would have found an Aladdin's Lamp inside the bag, that way I could have wished for a different flavour of chips and not these uninspired ridged units of mediocrity that I was now compelled to keep in my kitchen cupboard for future consumption. Needless to say, Sinbad the Sailor won't be substituting his shish taouk for a sack of these subpar potato particles anytime soon. On the wang-o-meter, these tangy tidbits, sadly, make hummus humdrum and rate a disappointing 4.5 inches (at least 3 inches less than the Syrian or Lebanese average...from what I hear.)

So, what happened this Christmas???

 

A Girlyskirt Chip Review

As I sauntered down the chip aisle of my local grocery store the other day, I accidentally stumbled upon a new flavor of Pringles. My initial reaction was "Wasabi? Wassup with that?" And, so, naturally I had to buy a package and sample them (fortunately, they were on sale...or this review might have only been posted at a later date.) In any case, upon arriving home, I quickly cracked back the pull-back flap, took the stack and snack attacked. Like the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor, I was caught off guard...mostly because the heat of the wasabi in my mouth was Hiroshima-esque. But, the POW factor quickly subsided and I was able to enjoy the rest of the can without all the WW2 references. Fans of wasabi peas will be delighted to know that the flavor worked equally well on potatoes (or in this instance, a dried potato, corn starch, corn flour and rice flour mixture) The little hint of green powder on the curved treat also added a nice festive flair and might look quite snazzy on the head of a ceramic pope, if for some reason one just happened to have one sitting around in their kitchen. Needless to say, these tasty taters were terminated in no-time at all (without any alcoholic accompaniment, might I add.) On the wang-o-meter these fancy factory-made frites rate a splendid 8.5 inches. However, take note, if you are not a fan of the wasabi, then I suggest you watusi away from these crunchy munchies.

Movie Quotes Looney Tunes Style

 

 

 

A Girlyskirt Chip Review

 

After a regular blog reader tipped me off to the release of this new flavour of chips, I was agog with pleasure, drooling at thought of Stovetop Stuffing mix being incorporated into a fried potato snack. And, so, quickly I darted off to the local grocery store, my newly-developed swimmer-arm muscles flexing with excitement. Upon securing them and arriving home, I was on pins and needles, anxious to rip open the bag and find out what they tasted like. However, it was lunch time and instead I ended up eating a delicious plate of gnocchis in a horse meat tomato sauce, sprinkled with a pepper goat cheese. Needless to say, I was too full to insert anything into my mouth afterwards. But, a few hours (and two glasses of wine) later, I was prepared to try these new tater treats. And to my ultimate dismay, they were the ultimate in blandness. Not only did they taste nothing like the Stovetop I was dreaming about, they didn't taste of anything. This flavoured chip was the closest to a plain potato chip that I have ever experienced. Sure, there was an attempt at spice, but they weren't even close to what I want, what I really, really want! If you're looking for hints of sage, thyme, and parsley, then I suggest you check out a fresh herb counter somewhere. Would I buy them again? No! Would I eat them again if they were served to me? Of course. One doesn't look a gift chip in the mouth. But when it comes to a good Thanksgiving stuffing, I certainly wasn't giving any thanks. Sad to say, on the wang-o-meter, these chips rate a less-than-acceptable three inches...and we all know that with three inches, you're not getting much of a stuffing! 

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