Wednesday, April 28, 2010

REVIEW: Burger King Whiplash Whopper

As you probably know, my love of "limited time only" menu offerings borders on shameful. If a fast food joint was to somehow offer up a sandwich of yarn and top soil with "secret sauce" (read that "Thousand Island dressing"), there's a good chance I could talk myself into trying it by the time I saw the fifth commercial for it on ESPN.

Which explains why I told my daughter we were going to the "Burger King McDonald's" today.

Turns out Burger King had hitched their wagon to the upcoming IRON MAN 2 and was hawking a Whiplash Whopper, named for Mickey Rourke's villain in the flick. Described as a Russian who harbors a deep resentment for Tony Stark (Robert Downey, Jr.), Whiplash (aka Ivan Vanko) constructs his own power suit which features a pair of whips powered by his suit's chest piece.

Frankly, I'm not sure what any of that has to do with the sandwich's blend of pepperjack cheese, crispy (ie, fried) red peppers, and spicy mayo but guess what? It works!

I'm usually the first to rain on the King's specialty menu parade (I'm looking at you Angry Whopper, Loaded Steakhouse Burger, Burger Shots, Top Soil Whopper, etc.), but not only did the Whiplash Whopper take me by surprise with the zesty punch packed by its fried pepper strips, but the lettuce and tomato were as crisp as any I've had at Burger King.

Oh sure, the sandwich artist in the back still plopped 'em on opposite sides of the burger like they were participants in a turf war. Yes, both combatants looked like they were on the losing end of a fight with a dull knife, but when's the last time you bit into a BK burger and didn't wonder why the produce was so limp?

The Whiplash Whopper certainly isn't going to steal any thunder from the KFC Double Down and, hey, why should it? It's not like they put a pork chop on it or something, it's just a doctored up burger. But as doctored up, limited time only fast food burgers go, I'll give the King a solid B+ on this one.

Here's hoping the actual flick is as satisfying.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

REVIEW: KFC Double Down Sandwich

If I remember correctly, I first heard about the KFC Double Down Sandwich a year or so ago when the item was being tested in a few select, oh so lucky, markets. With my penchant for "limited time" menu items crashing headlong into my love of using meat in a revolutionary manner (like a condiment or, in this case, bread), it was inevitable that I'd be breathlessly awaiting its official roll-out the way I once waited for new Replacements albums.

Once the release date was announced my brain went into full Double Down Mode, carefully calculating when I'd be able to sample this breakthrough menu offering and debating if I could trust my 2.5 year-old to work the video camera while Daddy did his "research".

Though I'm assuming that anyone reading something called The Hungover Gourmet is well aware of the Double Down let me remind you what I'm talking about... it's a cheese and bacon sandwich featuring pepperjack sauce and two pieces of chicken breast as the bread. 'Nuff said.

Unfortunately, my first attempt at scoring the sandwich – available in fried and grilled varieties – was scuttled. Venturing up York Road during a Wednesday lunch date with my daughter I discovered that to my horror the local KFC/A&W Root Beer joint was no longer and had been turned into (gasp! ack! erp!) an Arby's. I have no idea when this happened, which just goes to show you how often I even consider eating at a KFC.

Luckily, my wife knew exactly where an existing KFC was located and I immediately made plans to hit it up after Ryan and I went to her play class at the local YMCA the following week. And no, the irony of leaving a gym and driving directly to a KFC for a nutritional nightmare like The Double Down is not lost on me.

Arriving slightly before 11 AM we pulled into the drive-thru and ordered up two Double Down sandwiches, one grilled and one fried (I'm a completist, you know). I'm not positive, but the early arrival time may have worked to my advantage because we actually had to wait for a few minutes before the order was up. In other words, I may have received the first Double Downs of the day.

Once back at THG Test Kitchens, I unpacked the sandwiches and was frankly a little surprised at how small they appeared upon initial inspection. Having read a handful of reviews of the sandwiches on the web I wasn't sure how big they actually were but the way they were hiding in the paper wrappers made me think even they were a bit embarrassed at all the attention they were receiving.

After a quick stop onto the stupid weigh machine (Grilled: 7 oz., Fried: 8 oz.) it was time for the moment of truth. It was time for the Double Down to get in my belly.

FRIED
The fried version of the sandwich definitely had a lower Cheese To Wrapper (CTW) ratio than its grilled counterpart, but I found this version of the sandwich to be somewhat underwhelming. Admittedly, I'm not a huge fan of KFC's signature fried bird and like many folks probably wouldn't even be eating this if not for the sheer curiosity value. Sure, I love the fact that it looks like something I would have eaten circa 1989 on a dare at the Golden Eagle Diner (or a hoedown), but I have to admit I wasn't blown away.

Despite the fact that it held together better than the grilled version – whose chicken breast slices were sliding away from each other along cheesy-bacony fault lines – neither the bacon slices (always a crap shoot at fast food joints) nor the peppery "Colonel's Sauce" were coming through. I can't help but chalk this up to being a byproduct of the fast food giant's trademark and frequently overwhelming blend of herbs and spices.

GRILLED
Admittedly, I only ordered the grilled version of the sandwich purely for purely journalistic reasons. "If I don't like their trademark fried version," I wondered aloud as my daughter asked who I was talking to, "what are the odds I'll like their new thing?"

Well, shiver me timbers! As it turns out, the grilled variety of the sandwich featured two perfectly cooked (though a bit salty) breasts that had a nice charcoal flavor and just enough spice to let the pepperjack sauce come shining through.

Like most fast food offerings featuring bacon strips, the bacon used on the Double Down doesn't really show up in either the grilled or fried version, but I'm used to that. Frankly, I'd rather it show up faintly or not all than those rare cases where it tastes like some of my dog's Beggin' Strips have shown up on my burger.

LEFTOVER TEST
For me, few sights are as welcome in my fridge as leftover chicken. After eating half of each sandwich for the initial test I put the containers in the fridge for a late night raid to see how they held up. Again, the grilled version easily outdistanced the fried piece, which simply tasted like cold, overly-spiced chicken. The charcoal flavor of the grilled chicken – which is chemically-achieved for all I know – was even more prominent in its cold state and the breast meat retained the lion's share of its moistness.

POSSIBLE CELEBRITY ENDORSEMENT
I'm thinking that if KFC plans to roll this out again or even add it to their regular menu they may want to give golfer Phil Mickelson a call. First off, the eatery's association with the Susan G Komen foundation would seem like a good fit given the health problems faced by his wife and mother. Second, this is a guy who reportedly was eating a club sandwich (!) before the final round of the Masters, which he aced in bogey-free fashion. Are you telling me he wouldn't look like a natural standing on the practice tee wolfing down a Double Down or three?

THE VERDICT
The Double Down is one of those rare "limited time" offerings that I would love to see become a regular menu item. Things like the Angry Whopper, Steakhouse Burger, McRib Sandwich, etc. always leave me feeling deflated (yet curiously bloated at the same time), but the Double Down did neither. No, I wasn't crazy about the fried version but as I've already admitted I don't like and have never liked the Colonel's secret blend.

Maybe it was the lack of a roll, maybe it was whatever space age seasoning/chemical that's injected into the meat, but eating the Double Down didn't leave me with that lethargic, loagy post-fast food feeling I usually get from a burger. Not that I felt like running a marathon, but I certainly didn't feel like curling up on the couch for a marathon of THE DEADLIEST CATCH either.

If I didn't feel so ridiculous eating a cheese and bacon sandwich made out of chicken breast "bread" I could see the Double Down entering THG's regular rotation for as long as it's available. Kudos to KFC for creating a food item that, like Baconnaise, has become a part of our pop culture lexicon.

And for those of you who think that KFC took things too far with this assault on our nation's collective waistline, check out The Krispy Kreme Double Down and its evil (good?) twin, the Arugala Double Down.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

New THG Page Launched at Facebook

I suppose it was inevitable.

Print zine.

Website.

Blog.

Twitter.

And now we have a THG Facebook page.

Come on by and join the fun!

Gail Shister Gets Flay-ed

When I went to school in West Philly back in the late 80s there were not a lot of dining options. There was Troy's, a greasy spoon that served great egg and bagel sandwiches (called Eggels) till all hours and a variety of food trucks that lined the streets serving up everything from Chinese to cheesesteaks. Hell, there wasn't even a Wawa and there certainly wasn't a trendy cereal bar or a burger joint fronted by a celebrity tv chef.

Veteran Philly area reporter Gail Shister ventured up to West Philly to sample Bobby Flay's new Philadelphia Burger joint and here are her thoughts.

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Double Barrel FOOD COURT: Filet-O-Fish, White Castle and Hookers

ESPN ran a special segment today highlighting all of the epic sports news from yesterday (Tiger's presser, McNabb trade, National Championship Game, MLB Opening Day, etc.).

If I had a hugely popular show broadcast into millions of homes I'd be doing the same today.

First we had the sad passing of Mr. Wine-In-A-Box (see previous post) and now my afternoon is complete after not one, but two fantastic FOOD COURT stories...

Exhibit A: Ever gotten really tired of waiting for your sandwich at the drive thru? Then you can sympathize with Rashon East, 34, who climbed in the drive-thru window of a South Brunswick, NJ McDonald's because his Filet-O-Fish was not being served with the requisite alacrity.

Exhibit B:
People often forget that it was White Castle that truly invented the fast food concept, while McDonald's simply perfected it. (The Castle also served as the inspiration for this website/blog/zine back when it was just a column in a trash movie mag in 1993.) Not to be outdone by the ol' "customer in the drive-thru window" story, here comes a report of a man calling 911 to report being robbed at a Cincinnati White Castle establishment. Upon being questioned by the fuzz, William Ferris admitted that the robbery was actually a case of being short-changed by a hooker who only delivered oral favors for his $50.

As a pregnant British hooker once told my pals, "Fifty bucks won't get you toast".

Boxed Wine Inventor Dies, THG Emerges from Seclusion

Late last night, as I was watching Duke narrowly escape with an NCAA title, I realized that it had been almost two months since I posted anything to the blog. It's certainly not due to indifference or a lack of things to say. I've just been in my annual work pressure-cooker brought on by client catalogs and various other first-quarter projects.

As I watched the seconds tick off the clock, a last minute half-court heave by Butler clang off the rim (doh!), and Duke players don the ugliest championship t-shirts in NCAA history I vowed that I would rectify the situation with this here blog.

Who knew a handmade topic would arrive via a Facebook post from a friend?

Alas, it's with a heavy heart and pounding head that I report the death of Thomas Angove at the age of 92. For me, Angove ranks up there with the guy who invented the Filet-O-Fish – he took a great product (in his case, wine) and improved the delivery system (he put it in a box, or more accurately, a cask inside a box).

For years "boxed wine" or "wine in a box" was scoffed at by the press and purists. It probably wasn't helped by the cheap price and cheap product it was usually associated with, but our shore house wasn't complete without a big ass box of cheap white wine crammed in the fridge. From its magical spout I would dispense just the right amount to combine with a beer mug of Mountain Dew to create the delightful White Trash Spritzer, a refreshing (and sticky) summertime concoction that usually led to a jackhammer pulse rate, a warm, happy buzz... and a pounding headache the next day.

These days the wine box has – like screw caps on wine bottles – achieved a certain level of respectability. I'm glad Angove lived to see his invention achieve greatness and that he didn't listen to his teenage son who scoffed at the idea of cask wine back in the 1960s.

Cheers, Mr. Wine in a Box.

Tip courtesy of The Consumerist and Delaine Derry Green of Not My Small Diary.