Then, on the annual trip to the boardwalk, we tried something that had never even occurred to me. I saw a pair of zestfully-partying type gals of a certain age (looked like they'd been up for fifty hours and enjoyed every one of them immoderately) just enjoying the heck out of this....thing, so I had to ask them what it was. Promptly ordered our own and shared.
This ain't no dainty mozzarella slice, friends. It's a quarter pound of Velveeta (actually what I think it is, is government cheese that "fell" off a truck somewhere) dipped in cornmeal batter (what they use for the corn dogs) and then lovingly sent for a bubbling-oil bath until it's all melty and such.