I'm a fan of potatoes, and a fan of frying things. Potato pancakes should be one of those things that I unequivocally love. And under the right circumstances, that's absolutely true. These were not those circumstances. These were the circumstances created by a person who thought that nuclear war was imminent and who decided that nobody would miss things like 'flavor' when the bomb got dropped.
I wonder if the person who invented these ever had an actual potato pancake. I think not. I think that the idea for these was communicated to him by someone who also had never had a potato pancake, but who had overheard them being described on the subway. The only terms that were communicated were potato, hot and oily.
In that regard, it gets 2 of 3 things right. I wouldn't call the starchy mess "potato". "damp styrofoam goo" is a lot closer. But it's got lots of hot and a good amount of oily.
I've had a lot of bad potato pancakes in my day, but those were at least bad in interesting ways. This is like a meal in that nuclear bunker: keeping you alive, but also with the quiet desperation feeling that the people alive up top are at least having fun.
Grade: D. They're easy to make, and that's about it.
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