Saturday, January 31, 2009

Vosges Mo's Bacon Bar

Mo's Bacon Bar

I was on vacation for most of this week, so I haven't done a review in a while. Last night, I remembered that I still had this Mo's Bacon Bar from the last time I went to Whole Foods several months ago. I was worried that it would be bloomed (because these things are not cheap), but the airtight packaging saved the day and the bar was still in great shape!

I'm not a huge fan of bacon. I like it by itself or on a BLT, but I don't like it on pizza...or in chocolate. So I'm not really sure why I bought this. It was hard to pass up such a weird flavor combination, though, and my husband was interested in it, too.

Mo's Bacon Bar

When I opened this, it was hard not to notice the strong, overpowering smell of bacon. I could hardly smell chocolate at all. The chocolate has a great texture, as expected from Vosges. The taste was milk chocolate all the way, and for how much it smelled like bacon, I could hardly taste anything but chocolate. The bacon mainly added a weird texture and lots of saltiness.

It was good, but it smelled more like bacon than it tasted like it. That's probably a good thing. The aftertaste was very salty. My husband remarked that this must be what dog treats taste like for dogs. The bacon really didn't add much here, and I prefer the other Vosges bars I've tried.


Vosges Haut-Chocolate

Thursday, January 29, 2009


We meet again, Charleston! But this time I don't have an open fridge at my sister's house to raid, so must eat every single meal out! While Charleston is the town you want to be in if you're in such a predicament, I currently have no desire to eat out for a long time (by the time this posts, it'll be a different story).Charleston Place

We were in town for my boyfriend's business conference, so while he worked during the day and ate out at Charleston's finest with colleagues at night, I dined, for the most part, alone (suits and hoodies don't mix well). I did get to mooch a room at Charleston Place, one of Charleston's finest hotels, though. Score!After the distressing discovery upon arrival to town that I'd be at the brake shop the next day, we went to Social, a wine bar downtown, for some wine and, for me, champagne to celebrate the suckitude. Social is very dark, so the pics of the two salads we had before I realized my camera was on the wrong setting (my camera broke at Xmas, too, to add insult to injury) are nothing but blackness. The salads were great, the boy's fish was good, but there's not much vegetarian in the entree department. I ordered the coconut onion ring, fried quail egg, and cheddar sliders and accompanying truffled yukon chips without the meat, and that's how our server, also a vegetarian, said she eats hers. I would recommend Social heat or toast their buns, instead of sending them out cold, but our server was so sweet and down to earth, and talked to us like we were alive and she was alive, that I loved it all. Bad service can ruin a meal, and, likewise, good service can elevate food. Sweetwater Café is just across the street from Charleston Place, and since I din't have conference breakfast privileges, I popped over one morning for a side of grits and a side of fruit. The side of fruit was huge, and the side of grits was tiny! But together my bill was something like $5. Grits are white, but seasoned perfectly, and had nary a lump (you'd be kicked out of Charleston if your grits had lumps). The Sweetwater Café downtown has a slick diner vibe, while the Sweetwater location on James Island, which I've lunched at before, has a more rundown sandwich shop vibe. I've never been to the Summerville location.The last time I ate at Gaulart and Maliclet (a.k.a. Fast and French) was, I think, high school..maybe college. That should tell you something about the popularity of this French bistro run by real French people. The bread is still soft french bread, but I blame that on the 80's, and, you know, it's actually kind of hard to eat a sandwich on tough bread. The interior is narrow, and if you consider yourself obese, you're going to be very embarrassed when you try, and probably fail, to squeeze past the diners at the bar. All of the seating at either the bar or the couple of large round tables in the back is communal. The owner will tell you where to sit when you walk in the door, making Fast and French the ideal place for solo diners to grab a quick lunch. Order the lunch special of the day, and any drink, including a glass of wine, is free! While I didn't order the special, my open faced veggie croq' baguette with tomato, zucchini, and cheese and excellent chilled cucumber soup with a glass of house white was still under $10. Take that Parc!After lunch, I strolled outside of the historic downtown area with all the mansions and their perfectly appointed Charleston gardens, and was delighted to find this Charleston garden kept in the Southern African American tradition of swept yards. If you're interested in gardening or Southern African American traditions (who me?), this is a great book on the subject.After a taxi ride out to West Ashley to pick up my car from the brake shop, I figured I'd hit up one of my favorite Charleston eateries, The Glass Onion, for a big bowl of their "ridiculously good" banana pudding. The Glass Onion's banana pudding is homemade and ridiculously good, but has a bit much whipped cream, albeit homemade whip cream, than I care for, but I usually don't make banana pudding with whipped cream on top. The Glass Onion is my cup of tea, though. If I were to open a place of my own (or stalk a lunch spot), the Glass Onion with all their low brow Southern comfort foods made with local ingredients in a casual atmosphere would be it. They might as well just slap my name across their sign. For more Glass Onion, see this post.I met up with a couple of friend for dinner at FIG (Food Is Good). FIG has won many accolades with a changing menu of well executed dishes made with fresh, local ingredients. All you foodies will love FIG. Now, the menu is not veggie friendly. At my visit there was only one vegetarian item other than a salad on their small menu, but the chef will gladly alter dishes if at all possible, or make you a veggie plate. Don't confuse a veggie plate with the sides of veggies listed on the menu -- they're all cooked in meat juices, and, apparently, excellent. I had the sweet onion tart (the one veggie dish) and the Sea Island egg ravioli (how'd they get an egg in the center without the yolk breaking?) which was easily made vegetarian with the omission of some pork product garnish.We then moved over to Peninsula Grill for the biggest honkin' piece of the best coconut cake you've ever had. We split it between three people, and it was plenty. Did I mention that it's good? One friend made us leave FIG specifically for this cake, the other friend confessed to buying an entire coconut cake ($100!) from Peninsula Grille for the holidays, and a couple came in while we were at the bar to order a slice of coconut cake to go.Three Little Birds is a breakfast and lunch spot with veggie options that sits as an island in a strip mall parking lot behind the Earth Fare in West Ashley. My grilled squash and zucchini and too sweet bbq tempeh melt were just fine, but nothing earth shattering. Three Little Birds seems like a great place to grab lunch with your mom while out shopping, and the place was filled with just such people.Tired of dining out alone, I grabbed pad Thai to go from Basil, a fancy Thai restaurant that's immensely popular with the locals. Just like Savannah, Charleston was a virtual ghost town in the month of January, so many popular restaurants sat almost empty, but not Basil; they were packed! The noodles are thinner than the usual flat rice noodles you get at most places, and they let you specify spiciness (mild, medium, hot, or Thai hot). I went with medium, and it was much spicier than most pad Thai's. A touch more tang, and I would have been in love. Good stuff, but expensive.The boy actually joined me for breakfast the next day, and we went into Diana's (now Toast?) after ogling the menu and a passing couple blurted out to us that their biscuits are awesome. The biscuits were awesome -- some of the softest I've ever had. The plate of eggs and cheddar, grits and cheddar, and biscuit is actually the boy's. I just had a bowl of grits (not picture worthy), and, again they were white with nary a lump, but these needed to be seasoned at the table. There's a wide range of shrimp-this, and shrimp-that on the menu to be had, but we went basic.
For lunch I met up with Krista Beth, a reader of my blog that lives in Charleston (hi, Krista Beth!). Blog readers are some of the nicest people, and interesting, too. Krista Beth fosters rescued Pugs, and came this close to being on last season's Project Runway. I'm hoping she tries out again.

We met up at EVO (Extra Virgin Oven), a pizzaria in North Charleston's Park Circle area that speciallizes in simple, wood-fired pizzas using local, fresh ingredients. People in Charleston are digging on EVO, and it came recommend by Krista Beth and my sister. I ordered a small 8-inch pizza from the menu with pistachio pesto, goat cheese, créme fraiche, mozzarella, parmagiano-reggiano, and sea salt. The pizza's crust was thinnish and perfectly crispy, and the creme fraiche smothering the salty pesto and cheese base was quite different than any other pizza I've ever had. Go early, the place fills up!Butter bean lovin' boy ate this bowl of butter bean salad from the pizzeria Monza. Order these beans tossed with lemon, olive oil, and herbs plain or with your choice of tuna or shrimp. I picked quite a few beans from around the shrimp, and they were good. One could easily plate 1/5 of what was in this bowl on a large plate, charge the same price, but move it to a fancy restaurant, and totally be legit.I find it funny that Serious Eats just (when I wrote this post, not when it actually posted) wrote a post praising Mellow Mushroom, a pizza chain primarily in the Southeast that got it's start in Atlanta in the 70's, after I just ate there for the first time since the early 1990's. I had an extremely bad experience with a cheese pizza from a Mellow Mushroom in Atlanta, and have never been back. But Krista Beth recommended their avocado sandwich over our lunch at EVO, and I figured I should maybe drop by MM to give them another go after almost more than fifteen years.

I skipped the pizzas and the recommended avocado sandwich, and went with their tempeh hoagie, a warm sandwich with marinated tempeh, feta, grilled mushrooms, onions, peppers, pesto mayo, and sprouts on the side. Pretty good! I'd ask for extra pesto mayo next time. They've got a nice veggie sandwich selection with five on their menu: capri (mozzarella, tomato, basil); avocado; portabello and cheese; tofu; and tempeh. And, of course, there are the pizzas and salads. For my last meal in town I decided to arrive in style -- in an AstroTurf covered stretch Cadillac! That's right bitches! No, not really. This fine mobile just happened to be sitting outside my dining destination, and I had to snap a pic. Inside the coral pink facade of Alluette's Café you'll find a casual, but quaint, "holistic soul food" joint serving up fresh, local seafood, meats, and produce, but without any pork products anywhere. What this means is that Alluette's is vegan and vegetarian friendly (no hamhock in vegetables), and they even post largly on their blackboard that vegans are welcome (vegan cheese!). This is not a meat-and-three, but a cafe serving Southern food. And Alluette, the woman, is just as nice as could be (so is that guy in the picture). She'll come out and chat with you a bit before and after she gets cooking.I ordered the collard green sandwich and subbed a side of potato salad for french fries. Yep, collard green sandwich! Alluette asked me if I had ever heard of such a thing and I said no. I asked her the same, and she said no. We both agreed that it works, though. The sauteed greens and onions with a slice of cheese and fresh tomato makes for a drippy, but excellent sandwich. The mayo-based potato salad is a Southern picnic/holiday/reunion/funeral staple, and is right on.

I was informed that Alluette's is opening a new dinner spot on Calhoun St. soon (think I got that right), but will also be keeping their current location. Oh, and they said to hurry on back!

And then I was off to Wilmington/Philly with an undocumented, but awesome stop at Waffle House some where in between here and there.

Monday, January 26, 2009


Hello, little mountain town! I've visited you many times on day trips, but I don't really know you that well. That's going to change, since my sister just moved to you a couple of months ago. You seem to be a little less hippie than you used to be, and that's a good thing, although, girls wearing patchwork, floor-length skirts out on a walk with their hula-hoops are still abundant. Even though I've never been to Paris, I still can't figure why people call you a Paris of the South. Now, if they're comparing you to Boone, NC, yes, you are Paris. Cute town, lots of restaurants, diverse (sort of?) population.Above: some fishy thing on mashed potatoes (to die for, I'm told); pickled eggs and beets on goat cheese clouds (amazing!); tempeh burger with blue cheese and asparagus (not strips of tempeh, but they molded that shit with tons of curry-like spices!). Not pictured is a duo of squab!

We started off right with a night at The Admiral, which I guess you would call a gastropub, but it's got a much dirtier bar feel (ashtrays come out at 10 pm and food stops) and much higher quality of food. To compare for you Philly folk, I'd say it's like the food at Ansill got plopped down into the P.O.P.E. And here's the kicker, the chef is Elliott Moss who used to work in Philly (at Abraccio, I think? not sure, though). Fan-freakin'-tabulous establishment with a menu that changes daily!

The owner's of the Admiral also have a bar, The Whig, in my home town of Columbia, but it's indie/grunge-punk dirty (where you'll find me on Christmas night...and the morning after), and serves much lesser food.My sister was talking up Amazing Savings before we even landed in town. It's a grocery store that sells dented, marred, overstock, and nearing out-of-date grocery items for cheap. If you can make it to $50, they'll give you 5% off your bill! So...we went grocery shopping (this is why I go home with a car) and we made it to $50, but I had to combine the boy's finds with my find's. Is there a place like this in Philly or Wilmington? I know of Big Lots and The Dollar Store, but they're not exclusively grocery items.My sister loves Early Girl Eatery, everyone in Asheville loves Early Girl, but I think we just ordered incorrectly at this popular Southern foods spot downtown, 'cause the menu sure did have us salivating, but not the food. The biscuit covered in herbed gravy was awesome, and the tempeh rueben was up to par, but I had a little problem with my veggie plate. The beets, one of the veggies of the day, had absolutely no seasoning; the mac and cheese had a mild and grainy sauce with a strong overtone of nutmeg; and the squash casserole (I love squash casserole) was plain nasty. That squash casserole smelled like dog food, and I couldn't quite place where the smell was coming from. I think it was bound together with wheat flour, and that was the problem. Yech! The cucumber and onion salad and cornbread were just fine. I think you've got to go a few times to Early Girl and find their strengths. We found their weak spot. Service took forever!On the most gorgeous, warm day we went hiking in the mountains around Hot Springs, NC, which is about a 40 minute drive from Asheville. And they've got hot springs in Hot Springs! It's a super casual joint (the site makes it look luxurious, but it's not), where you bring your cooler of beer and rent one of many private, hot spring fed jacuzzis on the edge of a stream. The boy swore his skin was softer afterward.Everyone in Asheville also loves Doc Chey's, and with good reason -- oodles of noodles, fast! I wish I could have stayed and eaten every one of their noodle creations (the veggie ones, of course) to find my favorite. Above is the tomato ginger udon, which was good, but because of the tomato sauce was like spaghetti Asian-style. Not sure about that. Below is the spicy Thai basil, a smokey, charred noodle dish, which the boy thought could have used more basil.

A few meals at my sister's house, and a night of pizza at Barley's Taproom , and we were out of there. But not before a trip to...the largest privately owned home in the United States! I've been to the stunningly large Biltmore Estates and their gardens and winery many times, but the boy has never been. When in Rome, I say. It's outrageously expensive to visit (something like $60 per person at high season and Christmas), but we snagged the lowest rates of the year ($33 per person) by going in January...and the day they were taking down the Christmas decorations, so got to see almost all of the decorations! Sadly, it was rainy and cloudy, so the boy didn't get to see the gorgeous mountain views from the estate.

Off to Charleston!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

New Year's in Savannah

My best friend from high school lives in Savannah, GA, so we decided to spend a few days over the New Year's down there. Although I've been to Savannah many times since my friend took up residence there after college, the boy had never been, so we acted like total tourists by hopping on a trolley tour (so much fun and little tidbits of info you'd never know, I'm seriously thinking of doing one in Philly) and visiting historic houses.

With the tourist season at it's lowest, and most of the 9000 Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD) students away on winter vacation, the small and absolutely gorgeous historic district (thanks to SCAD's heavy hand in historic renovation) was a virtual ghost town. We had the city almost to ourselves, but also found it hard to find businesses and attractions open on New Year's.I was in heaven walking around all the squares and streets lined with huge mansions as the sweet perfume of the tiny blooms of tea olives wafted through the air. Often described as the sweetest floral fragrance in the plant kingdom, tea olive is my favorite floral scent, even surpassing jasmine and gardenia. Sadly, tea olive does not grow in Philadelphia. I inhaled deeply in Savannah. Upon arriving in town, we grabbed lunch at the Firefly Café, a cute little cafe serving salads, sandwiches, and larger entrees with veggie and vegan options. Above is the Mediterranean tofu sandwich with eggplant, red onions, tomato, feta cheese, lettuce and kalamata olive, and a side of their pasta salad chock full of veggies. Simple, good, nothing earth shattering. Lunch.We just grabbed a drink at the cozy and beautiful Circa 1875 (has sort of a Southwark in Philly feel), but they do have food. Yep, I had a sweet tea vodka on the rocks!

Had sushi at Tantra Lounge, and it was a weird experience, I think due to the holidays, so we'll skip that.No trip to Savannah is complete until one visits the beautiful and restful Bonaventure Cemetery filled with stately oaks draped with Spanish moss (everything is draped in Spanish moss), so I drove the boy just outside the downtown area to the banks of the Wilmington River where Bonaventure started as a family cemetery on a plantation.My interest in Southern African American culture is also entertained at Bonaventure. If you poke around a bit you might find shiny or broken objects left on grave stones. The leaving of objects on grave stones is a tradition held over from the African Americans that came over from Africa as slaves, and can still be seen in cemeteries in the South. What do these offerings mean? It's unclear, but you can read more here.What you see above are called slave tiles, and were used to edge graves and gardens. While some of these tiles made in the 1700's and 1800's were made by slaves on plantations, most were probably made at brick companies. There are probably more slave tiles in and around Savannah than any other area, and they are plentiful at Bonaventure. It's illegal to take the tiles (that's stealing), and the selling of the tiles on the antique market is frowned upon, as any that surface are most certainly stolen.I said I wouldn't eat at Paula Deen's restaurant, The Lady and Sons, not because I don't like the woman (her classic Southern recipes are dead on, y'all; and I can't stand all the bashing of her with "she's killing us with butter" stuff, which may be true, but you're not supposed to eat that stuff every day, plus what do you think the scallops you just ordered at that fancy French restaurant were cooked in?), but I don't like tourist traps with long lines. There are lots of meat-and-three's and buffets in the South, so there's no need to stand in line for country cooking.

I had heard Paula's new venture with her brother, Uncle Bubba's Oyster House, had good seafood, and since we were in the area (right before you get to Tybee Island) and I had a fish lover with me, we caved in to celebrity and went. Yes, you can see Uncle Bubba and Paula's husband at the restaurant, and occasionally Paula, but we only saw Uncle Bubba and Paula's husband. Some people were getting pictures with them, and they were genuinely pleased to pose and chat with people. I skipped that, since I don't know them from Jack. There ain't nothin' vegetarian on the menu except fried pickles and fried onion strings. And most of the fish is fried, which surprised the boy, but I had to tell him that at most seafood restaurants in the South that's what fish is -- fried! He got the fried scallops and fried fish, I got the fried pickles. We felt greasy and nasty afterward, but the food was decent. Go if you need a picture with Bubba or want to sit outside on a huge deck on the marsh, otherwise there are plenty of seafood places around.My Dad likes the divinity at Savannah Candy Kitchen; I like the the dark chocolate gophers (pecans covered in caramel and dark chocolate). I tried both, and I prefer my tastes to his. Go figure! I've also on occasion ordered their collasal apples and had them shipped to me.For New Year's Eve my friend wanted to try Cha Bella, an Italian restaurant downtown. The menu looked good, but unfortunately was a prix fixe for that evening. It did, however, let us opt out of the 3 or 5 course dinner and let us order à la cart. I ordered a salad and a flatbread. The flat bread was the largest flatbread I've ever seen; it was larger than some small pizzas I've ordered (and they expected me to eat four more courses?). Not great though, as it was heavy with sauce and so many toppings the bread bowed under their weight. Chalk that night up to New Year's Eve crappiness, maybe?River Street on the banks of the Savannah River is a total tourist hell hole with bars you'd never want to go in and shops selling trinkets you don't need, but go there at least once (walk up the stairs to Factor's Walk and it's not a hell hole). We spent New Year's Eve on River Street waiting for midnight to roll around and fireworks over the river. In case you didn't know, you can walk around Savannah's historic district any time of day with alcohol in plastic cups (one cup of no more than 16 ounces) 365 days a year and not get arrested. That means you can order drinks to go. Alcoholics, pack your bags!Ouch! It's hard to find food on New Year's Day. Typical Mexican American at Juarez Mexican Restaurant, but maybe a little better, as they have whole black beans and more quesadillas varieties than just cheese. I cleaned my plate of rice, bean burrito, and cheese enchilada in a jiffy, I was so hungry.One of our favorite things to do is drive over the Savannah River into South Carolina and go on a gator safari through the Savannah National Wildlife Refuge, a large plot of land previously used to grow rice that is now inhabited by all sorts of creatures. Typically, there are gators everywhere, but it was cold (in the 50's!), so all the gators, except for this guy, were hunkered down out of site.

And then we were off to Asheville, NC!

Monday, January 19, 2009

My Favorite Eats...Ever!

OK, so I've told you on this blog that I'm originally from South Carolina, but I've never mentioned what town. I was born, raised, and spent the better part of almost three decades in Columbia, the capital of South Carolina. With the seat of government, the main campus of the University of South Carolina, and the Army's basic training facility, Fort Jackson, Columbia is filled with mostly government workers, students, and army families.

Columbia is not at the white sand beaches, nor is it in the rolling foothills of the mountains, but smack dab in the middle of the state, and, I might add, the hottest most humid city with nary a breeze you will ever set foot in. (People from other Southern towns and Southeast Asian countries never believe that statement...until they've spent a summer there)

Really, there's no reason for you to go to or be in Columbia (I'm not dissing Columbia; all of my childhood and young adult memories are there, and I love them all), but if you ever do find yourself there, the following are my three favorite restaurants of all time, and, really, the only reason (besides family) that I return. I dream of these restaurants and their food -- all ethnic and all hole-in-the-wall/casual. Old location.

My absolute number one favorite restaurant in Columbia is Touch of India (link for address purposes only; ignore the poor reviews by people that have only been there once), a restaurant run by Devi, the sweetest woman ever. Devi and her family only serve Southern Indian dishes, and I have never eaten at an Indian restaurant that serves food as good as hers. Fresh and with love. I kick myself for not taking cooking classes with her, but I took all her food for granted. We would line up before she opened her doors at 11 (show up late, and it's gone) almost every Sunday for their small, but quality lunch buffet.

My favorites from the menu: mysore masala dosa, dahi puri, and cabbage
(not on the menu, but cabbage will pop up occasionally as the veggie of the day).Sadly, I didn't make it to Touch of India this last go round, but that picture above is from a trip to her buffet the last time I was in town (buffet plates are never pretty). Since the last trip, she has moved her operation out of the most run-down, dismal, dead strip mall behind a dead strip mall you've ever seen to a brand new building. Yay! She worked for it. Next up is Bangkok, one of Columbia's first Thai restaurants that still sits in the same strip mall near Fort Jackson Army Base and does a bangin' take-out and sit-down lunch and dinner business. Same cooks, same servers (now with more gray hair!), same stains on the walls and carpet. Massaman curry...mmm.

There's nothing fancy about this place, but they dish out some good food. Is it better than your favorite Thai restaurant? Probably not. But it was my first, and I judge all Pad Thai and Massaman curry (my favorites) by their versions. Still, many people in Columbia love their dishes and proclaim them the best Thai, and that many people can't be wrong. I know I'm never wrong.Blue Cactus is probably the quirkiest restaurant in town, but is a must. You'd never know from the name or the outside of the restaurant that Blue Cactus serves Korean, Cuban, and Southwestern food. This restaurant is run by Lloyd (loves spicy food), who is a one-man show at the stove in their open kitchen; his wife (so quiet and cute, I've never caught her name) who brings her Korean expertise; and their daughter, Julie, who has been single-handedly waiting on your sorry ass since Blue Cactus opened in 1994. It's a family serving food they know and love, and doing it well.
Lloyd in his kitchen.

A few things to know before your first visit to Blue Cactus:
  • Blue Cactus has a motto and its: Good food takes time...and we're real good! Lloyd is the only guy cooking, and his wife does the non-cooked dishes like kimbap and bibimbap, so if you go in at prime lunch time, you may be there for one and a half hours...or more! If you're in a hurry, go late in the afternoon, or just go when you have time. Oh, and so you don't waste more time, go to the register when you're done, and tell them what you ate; they don't bring you a check.
  • Lloyd loves spicy food. Ask for it hot and it'll burn. There's a whole shelf of hot sauces if you'd like to try them...and bring him a bottle, too.
  • Blue Cactus is not a traditional Korean restaurant. Don't go in expecting twenty complimentary banchan dishes. Kimchi is on the menu, if you want it.
  • The Reese family is super nice (Julie even remembers my name and order after being gone for so long), but are not your bitches. Julie waits on you like she's a normal person (and like I would to if I were a server), so will roll her eyes if you ask her a stupid question. Remember Blue Cactus' motto? If you call the restaurant on your cell phone from your table to ask where your food is (true story), Lloyd will escort your ass out of his restaurant. It's sort of like Shopsin's in there, except I think Kenny Shopsin is missing a few screws and is unnecessarily harsh, and the Reeses have all of their mental faculties and you've got to be a real ass-wipe to get the Reese family smack down.
My favorites:
Bibimbap with tofu and without the fried egg, Kimbap just made by Mom so the rice is still warm, and Japchea with tofu.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Nestle Hokkaido KitKats

Hokkaido Potato and Roasted Corn KitKats

Nestle Japan is out of control. Pictured above are two limited edition KitKat bars from Hokkaido, the northernmost of Japan's four islands. The flavors are Roasted Corn (above) and Potato (below).

That's right. I'm not sure why, but for some reason, these flavors seemed weirder than soy sauce flavor. But, I had to try them, so I ordered some online. My husband and I tried them right away.

Hokkaido Potato

Potato flavor seemed tamer, so we tried this one first. I had heard that it tasted like chocolate covered potato chips. The bar itself smelled like potato, and tasted like extremely salty white chocolate. It was very buttery, too, and had a light potato taste in the wafers. The main flavor seemed to be butter. I didn't really care for this one. At least it wasn't too sweet. C+

Hokkaido Roasted Corn

Seemingly the weirder of the two, we tried Roasted Corn next. It didn't really smell like corn at all, just white chocolate. The taste was again very buttery. It did taste like corn, but maybe just in the sense that some people put so much butter and salt on corn on the cob that you can hardly taste the corn anymore. It was hard to tell. But again, the main flavors were butter and salt. Still, I liked this one better than the potato. B-

These flavors were, obviously, for novelty. They certainly were fun to try, but I do kind of look forward to sharing them with friends because I won't have to eat any more of them. Plus, it should be funny to watch their faces.

KitKat Website (Japanese)