I happen to love pickles. Being a sour person, I enjoy sour things. So it was a forgone conclusion that the "plate of pickles" on the menu at Magnolia Pub and Brewery was going to wind up at my table.
And quite a plate it was. Daikon (I'm pretty sure that's what the white stuff on the far left was), cauliflower, carrots with a bit of cumin, good ol' cukes, watermelon, green beans, and grapes. Nice and sour! And everything but the watermelon and grapes still had a bit of snap or resistance. I wouldn't mind another round of that right now and tomorrow, etc., etc.
The next item up was a platter of thinly sliced chorizo with bread and sliced onions, which were perhaps slightly pickled or marinated. At 3pm, they were already out of all the other cured meats - coppa, salame cotto, and salame toscano.
That wasn't too much of a loss - I went ahead and ordered the oven-roasted sardines with pickled onions (again! hooray!), romesco sauce, and toast. Very, very tasty, and definitely fishy, in a good way.
Drinks to accompany: cask conditioned Long Break Bitter and Proving Ground IPA. Thumbs up to both.
As we were winding down, a photographer started to test her camera flash, which got real annoying real fast, particularly when it became clear that she wasn't photographing anything. After a while, the flashes abated but then resumed, just when a heavenly smell of fried chicken drifted our way. Like a cartoon character floating along a scent trail, my head bobbled in the direction of the aroma, and it all became clear - the photographer was clicking away at the plate in front of her - Thursday night is fried chicken night - and I'm guessing her handiwork will go up on the "great visuals" section of Magnolia's website. I just hope she got to eat the chicken when she finished her work, and that I get to try some the next time I'm in town.
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