Going to The Chip Shop in Brooklyn this weekend and talking with my friend Jon about the fried Twinkie got me thinking about an idea I've been kicking around for a different take of the fondue restaurant. Perhaps a restaurant with Fry-Daddy's at every table where raw poultry and fish is brought to your table, you batter them shits up, drop it in the basket and play the waiting game for 8-10 minutes. I think it would go over.
