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| - Ohhhhh my gosh. We said we wanted a food adventure, and we definitely got one at Culinary Dropout.
During our visit to Phoenix, a friend took us to Culinary Dropout, and I was immediately entranced by its hipster vibe. Inspirational quotes at the entrance, open space seating, brick walls, and super chill workers. There's also a huge bar area in the middle, a separate banquet-like room for private events, and a stage. We were also starving -- we had flown in early that morning and didn't have a proper lunch -- so, in our hungered craze, were a bit over-ambitious in ordering.
We also did not expect portions to be effing. huge. HUGE.
We started with the soft pretzels and provolone fondue. The pretzel buns are so deliciously soft and warm, and the fondue is the perfect match for it. I swear, I probably could have eaten the entire order and been perfectly happy. But we stopped ourselves from devouring all of the buns so that we could save room for our entrees. (Fun tip: the pretzel buns are actually still pretty good the next day! Just pop them into the microwave for a few seconds. So don't feel guilty about packing up a box to-go.)
The boyfriend and I split the fried chicken and 36-hour pork ribs. They were nice enough to split the order onto separate plates so we didn't have to deal with cutting everything up and trading plates. But dang. When they brought the plates out, each half order was more than enough to fill what we thought would have been a normal-sized order. The fried chicken was crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside, and the ribs were tender and fall-off-the-bone good. Needless to say, we were so stuffed and couldn't finish everything. We managed to happily roll ourselves out and fall into a deep food coma. Soooo gooood.
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