Potato Skins (2008)
Talk about turning shit into Shinola! In the 80s, somebody got the bright idea of filching the inside of the potato and selling just the skins. These skinswith a bit of potato adhering, like drowning sailors clutching a makeshift wooden raftwere then loaded up with all sorts of distractions like sour cream, chives, chili con carne, etc. Truth be told, they were pretty damn good in either their baked or fried incarnations. But the question still persists: Who was enjoying the fleecy-white rest of the potato? Park Slope Ale House produces a superior rendition.