Yep. Here's a perfect example of that phenomenon: When we moved to Iowa in '97, everyone we met said "You've got to eat a 'Maid Rite' if you want to appreciate Iowa food." So we did.
Gag. Dry, crumbly hamburger on a dry bun? WTF? The first time we tried it, we figured we just got a "bad" one -- but they never got any better. But the folks who grew up there continue to rave about them still.
Janet accompanied me on a business trip to Fredricksburg, VA last year.
One of the local guys said, "Hey, be sure you take your wife to Carls -- the
best ice cream!"
So, we ate somewhere in downtown F'burg (has an artsy, yet Confederate, old virginia vibe), then decided to walk to Carls since it was "just down the street."
OK....
So we walked.
And walked....
And walked.........
We encountered a few other folks and asked, "Where's Carls?"
"Oh, just down the street..."
So we walked...
An hour later we approached the old-looking ice cream stand:
There was a line in front -- "Well,
that's a good sign!"
After the obligatory 10 minute wait, I approached the window.
The menu?
VANILLA SOFT SERV
CHOCOLATE SYRUP
STRAWBERRY SYRUP
SHAKES
Limited, but must be
super good.
I handed over the eight bucks or so and walked away from the counter with a tiny vanilla cone and a small bowl of vanilla with a light layer of Hersey's syrup on top.
I handed it over to Janet who looked at me like I was handing her a plate of bugs.
"That's it?"
"Yeah... That's it. Must be
really good..."
It wasn't.
I've had three year old Dilly Bars at tired old Dairy Queens in Georgia that would stomp Carls.
We laughed about it as we walked the miles back to our car.
Yeah -- Carls -- only if you don't have a single flipping clue what Ice Cream actually
is (which folks in Dairy country actually do).