Bill Roehl hits Ettlin’s Ranchero Supper Club in Webster, MN, wherein fried smelt are served in vast quantities to their adoring public. If this sentence doesn’t put you off of smelt for life, you’re a stronger person than I: “…while other tables found themselves with heavily battered pieces of fish that looked nothing like the real deal, ours had discernible scales, tails, and gutted bellies.”
Smelt’s in Your Mouth…
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sounds exactly like how fried smelt is supposed to be served. yum.
I had the smelt fries at the Red Stag a few weeks ago. My biggest mistake was going to Yoga afterward. I’m not sure I’ll be indulging again anytime soon. Yoga + smelt = fail