When it comes to street food, portability is key. With that said, the stick is king. Stick mounted food allows single handed refueling, in motion, with the bare minimum of waste. A little mess is nothing to be shy about; it goes with the territory. If any stray food particles, wayward condiments and lip smacking, chin dribbling juiciness can be taken care of with a quick lick of the fingers and single ply serviette then it’s all good.
When it comes to food on sticks, nothing compares to the finger licking, deep fried, stick mounted awesomeness of a good old American style corn dog; smothered with ketchup and mustard. Don’t be fooled people, I’m not talking about the worst kiwi food crime ever committed (aka hot dog on a stick) where ‘we’ (the collective masses of fish and chip shops throughout New Zealand) simply batter a sausage and fry ‘til chewy. What I’m referring to here is the time honoured version; a smoky frankfurter enrobed in a perfectly seasoned and fluffy corn bread coating, with a crisp golden exterior – the delicious street food icon of county and state fairs all across America.
**for maximum enjoyment and authenticity wash down with a root beer float**