I have a new dessert obsession to replace Ben & Jerry's cookie-dough-balls-covered-in-frozen-hot-fudge (that only seem to be available at the location on 9th & 3rd): deep fried Oreos. You can get them at Righteous Urban BBQ (a.k.a. R.U.B.). After a gut-busting meal on Sunday of pulled pork, pastrami, and pork ribs (plus french fries seasoned with brown sugar), I couldn't resist ordering a basket of them for dessert. They come 4 in an order, looking like a golfball-sized funnel cake covered in powdered sugar. Bite into one and you'll taste a giant glob of warm Oreo filling. Soon your heart starts to beat really hard against your chest from the cholesterol pumping through your veins. Then you have to take another bite. And another. Until it's all gone and you're momentarily sad but also scared because your heart is still beating very hard. Eventually your heart slows back to normal and you fall into a gentle food coma, and all is well in the world once again.
It's been 72 hours since I ate them and I still can't stop thinking about them. Help me!