Every day, we’re makin’ it slappy here at Slappy Mike’s, and now, we’re finally revealing our secrets. So here’s how we make our crowd favorite: the classic, the one-and-only OG Slappy Sando by Slappy Mike.
First, we get ourselves a fresh, crispy fried chicken fillet. We throw it on a ciabatta roll, pack on some shredded mozzarella, and toss that sucker in a five-hundred-degree oven till it’s all bubbly brown. Then we pull that bad boy out, hit it with some pickled peppers, jicama slaw, and a big ol’ Big Boy Drizzle of Slappy Mike’s Super Secret OG Slappy Sauce.
Oh, but we’re not done.
Once it’s all Slappy’d up, we take the whole-ass sando and top it with sliced onions and five slices of American cheese. We slap it on the griddle and aggressively smash that baby down with a brick. Boom!
Next, we take the smashed sando, wrap it in twenty-five more slices of American cheese, dip the whole thing into Mike’s OG Sriracha Corn Dog batter, and throw that sucker in the deep fryer. Hell yeah.
We pull out that big ol’ nugget, lay it on seventeen paper towels, and scrape a knife over it so you know it’s crisp. Then we cover the whole damn thing in a layer of Doritos Late Night Loaded Taco Dust, dunk it in a barrel of Mike’s Hot Honey, and roll it in Dippin’ Dots.
You think we’re done now? Nope. We’re just gettin’ started.
We take that giant, honeyed-up, Dippin’ Dot–covered nugget, lower it into a vat of Mike’s OG Ooey Gooey Cheez-e Mac, cryogenically freeze that sonuvabitch in liquid nitrogen, and hammer it out into a Supreme Cheez-e Massive Mac Block.
Then we grab the Mac Block, shove it into the cavity of a deep-fried turkey, and lower that thing into a wheelbarrow full of Ferrero Rocher—foil on.
Then we soak it in Fireball Whiskey and light it on fire.
Vavavoom!
We wheel that Flamin’ Fireball Barrow out of the kitchen, pass a packed dining room of gawking diners, slam through the front door, and push the barrow down a steep hill.
The Flamin’ Barrow goes tumblin’ down, bursts through some caution tape, flies off the edge of an unfinished freeway overpass, and plummets—wham!—right into an active volcano.
Bet you didn’t see that comin’!
The volcano erupts into blood-red flames, which fly up—violently—and pierce the sky.
The volcano gods scream, and blood rains down from on high.
And there she is—the OG Slappy Sando from Slappy Mike’s in Hoboken.
You want flavor? Come and get it.
