Pickles. They’re not just a condiment anymore.

My friend Keli is in town for our 20-year high school reunion — Go, North Central Indians!

Thursday night I introduced her to the Flying Irish Running Club (stay tuned for a post on this fantastic, fleet-footed group).

Then she introduced me to these little nuggets of unexpected goodness:

OMG. Deep-fried pickles. Thick cut. Zesty. Lightly-battered and still-crunchy. Welcome to my new addiction.

Get yours at Post Street Ale House , 1 N. Post.