I had one of those cravings today. You know the kind. It required the immediate use of a Fryolator and a complete disregard for calories.
I needed onion rings.
Luckily it’s Friday, the day when the kids are off from camp, and we live in Grafton, home of Art Bradish Snack Bar.
Would you believe we’ve never eaten there? It’s one of those places we pass on our way to somewhere else. We say “Hey, we haven’t tried that yet!” and then summer comes to an end and they close up shop.
This is the Art Bradish Snack Bar — I feel the need to put a possessive in there — which has been running seasonally since about 1937.
This isn’t a good shot — I was kind of coping with food since I went all Pavlovian once I saw the onion rings — but the woman at the counter said her grandfather originally started the place as a snack and candy store across the street and pointed over here:
In any case, they’ve moved well away from candy and into the realm of hot dogs, hamburgers, fish and chips, french fries and, yes, onion rings.
The rings fall into the thin and crispy realm rather than the bracelet-sized battered kind. We were trying to figure out what to call them. The pile looked kind of like spaghetti. Onion strings? Onion tangle? In any case, we got a small and seemed to be eating them for hours, but we never did hit bottom in the plate.
I think they may be magical onion things. They were delicious. If I wasn’t worried about the state of my arteries at the time I stopped, I’d probably still be eating them.
This is a long dog. The kids were impressed with the size. My son said it was the best hot dog he’d ever had. My daughter tore into her cheeseburger. Life was good.
Not as good as if I’d driven this to the shack, but still.
I think the family lives behind the place during the summer months in an RV. My daughter liked their basset hounds.
The kids spent all of lunch demanding that I not only put the place on Greater Grafton but also call up the Phantom Gourmet, immediately, and have him come out. I don’t have quite those connections, but here it is: Phantom Gourmet, my kids say this place is “Shack-tastic,” so come on over and get your dogs on in Grafton!