On Pie

Last night on a whim a friend and I decided to go to Denny's. At 10pm. In Porirua. Well, it made sense at the time. I hadn't been to a Denny's since the late 90s, as the quality of food wasn't exactly stellar. But that was before my fascination with American food had taken hold. Now Denny's is a place of magical wonderment - Chilli Fries! Buffalo Wings! Root Beer! I decided to channel Twin Peaks and try the Blueberry Pie. Shoulda ordered coffee too, but I got distracted by the 'Soda Pop' (which is really just a Spider - why do we Kiwis call it that? And why was it so good when I was a kid?). I'm intrigued by Pie since it's not such a common thing for dessert in NZ, and I've tried my hand on more than one occasion at making American-style pies (mmm, Cherry Pie). Being Denny's this pie wasn't an amazing, life-changing culinary experience. It was pretty similar to one of those Sara Lee pies you can buy in the supermarche. But as it was accompanied by a swirl of the fakest fake cream that ever didn't come from a cow, and a bright red fake cherry, it looked convincing enough. I happily pretended I was in a diner somewhere in the Midwest and relished it.
Next time I'm coming back for the Chilli Fries. It comes with red meat! And cheese! Both of which I normally do my best to avoid. Ah, I'm going to be so sick the next day. But it will be totally worth it.