Not just chicken fried steak a la mode, but chicken fried steak covered with a scoop of ice cream made from the schmutz from a deglazed pan in which the steak was cooked. It was, surprisingly, awful:
Flavorwise, this was hands down the most disgusting ice cream I’ve ever had the misfortune to taste. All my opining about the conceptual affinities between ice cream and cream gravy went out the window with the first bite of the meaty frozen custard. The melted ice cream, intended to simulate a rich cream gravy, tasted like fried beef crème anglaise. (Crème Texan?) I quickly flipped the aberrant dollop into the sink, where it landed with a dull, metallic thump.
CFS a la mode [DallasFood]
Thanks. You’ve just helped my diet along. I don’t think I’ll be eating ice cream for at least another week. . .
Though I am craving some chicken fried steak, oddly enough. . . :(
I was so appalled at the description that I made a retchy little noise involuntarily.
Then I laughed cause that’s why I come to this site!
:)
that is totally not a complete scoop of ice cream
that is totally not a complete scoop of ice cream
Sure it is. That’s an eight-pound slab of chicken fried steak. ;P
TandD..if ONLY.
It’s a fairly nice lookin’ piece of CFSteak.
I’m in Kansas…and they do it up right here for totally sure.
That image is fresh.
But the idea of ice cream from deglazed ANYTHING kinda flies in the face of ice cream making…correct?
Oddly, I have had sharp cheddar cheese iced cream…..on top of a slice of hot apple pie….and it was absolutely perfect on it.
Gee… I wonder where America’s obesity epidemic stems from?
From the photo caption: “It was, surprisingly, awful”
I don’t find that surprising at all.
Cheddar Ice cream doesn’t sound as bad as a slice of apple pie slathered in yellow mustard.
Which, by the way, if you were wondering, isn’t as good as it sounds.
where can i get the recipe? can you sell this at fairs? is there a FRANCHISE FEE?
lloks like the toad out on the road
i could sell it in vegas. ive eaten worse.
Made me shudder to remember my dare at a buffet in college. Roommates and I hit the soft-serve machine where I noticed a smaller table with food hidden by the machine and there some chicken fingers there. A shared look and the silent dare is stated so back to the table with a bowl of vanilla with a chicken finger protruding from it.
There’s something amazing about how you can anticipate something tasting vs the hard reality. “Cold soothing delicious ice cream and then hot, greasey breaded chicken parts” was my expected mental taste only to be deceived by a cleverly disguised fish stick. Fish stick and ice cream, sure, maybe but expecting chicken and getting fish mixed with ice cream was … well priceless for the roommates.
Any dog would love to have that.