Justin and I drove up to Chapman State Park this past weekend to attend Winterfest, just like we did last year. And like any repeat experience, we couldn’t help comparing the two. We decided that we actually liked last year’s Winterfest better. Maybe because it was our first time seeing everything there, but ironically the biggest reason is because it was a lot less wintry last year. I remember all of the true northerners in attendance complaining about the mild temperatures and the lack of snow–but it felt just right to me! Several events had to be cancelled because they were dependent on the snow (sledding races, snow sculpting, snow-shoeing, etc). So we knew that attending Winterfest this year would be an entirely different experience, because this winter has been extremely cold and snowy so far!
We’d travelled a long way to go to Winterfest, but we didn’t end up staying very long because it was SO cold outside. It’s hard to have fun when you can’t feel your fingers and toes! Justin decided to take us on a side-trip (we are champs at side-trips, after all!) to Cleveland, Ohio, just so that he could visit his favorite fried chicken restaurant, Guthrie’s. You may think that’s a long way to travel for fried chicken (I sure did!), but Justin didn’t!
Guthrie’s was a tradition among Justin and his friends when we did our undergrad at Florida State. It was open 24 hours a day, and it boasted cheap prices and the best golden fried chicken in town. Their menu is less than varied…you can basically order a three-piece chicken finger meal, a five-piece chicken finger meal, or a bucket. It was never MY favorite place to go (a little too greasy for my taste), but Justin and his guy friends challenged each other to gut buckets (a bucket of 25 greasy chicken fingers) more times than I could count. We discovered that Guthrie’s is a chain, originating in Alabama with several locations across the south-east. However, Justin recently found out that one lone Guthrie’s found its way all the way up to Cleveland, right on the shore of Lake Eerie. He’s been dying to go ever since, and relive the glorious culinary experience (sarcasm) that is Guthrie’s.
Honestly, me (and my pregnant appetite) didn’t mind coming along for the ride. And it turns out that the Guthrie’s in Cleveland is much cleaner and less of a hole-in-the-wall than the one in Tallahassee, so that was a pleasant surprise! And Justin was pleased to discover that their golden friend chicken was just as savory and greasy as ever. A nice end to a chilly day!