You Had Me At Fondue

Who doesn't love a good bar snack? From salty peanuts to crunchy Japanese nibbles, I love 'em all.

That said, I recently had a transcendent bar snack experience. Bellying up to the bar at Craftsteak with a gal pal at my side, we were miffed by the fondue pot positioned in front of us. We figured it must've been a dessert order from the folks who previously occupied our stools. They would likely whisk it away in moment.

But, oddly enough, the barkeep took our drinks order and didn't remove the contraption. Weird. Drinks were poured and I felt obliged to ask the bartender about the removal of the used fondue pot.

Apparently, we were all wrong about the fondue. It was a free flowing cheesey bar snack for one and all to share - gratis.

Oh, my!

He brought us fresh croutons and new sticks, refreshing the sterno while he was at it, and we took the gooey plunge.

Aaah! Oooh! Mmmm!

I believe the recipe for the heavenly stuff is Fontina cheese and crack cocaine.

Needless to say, peanuts will never do again.