Let’s talk about balls. Not enough people talk about balls, and I feel we should talk about balls more often. There’s nothing wrong with balls, let alone with eating balls. Eating balls should not be frowned upon, and I’m proud to eat balls.
Arancini balls, that is. Balls made of rice and bread crumbs, stuffed with cheese and then fried. These can be had on their own with dips, or inside of a wrap. Because you can put anything on a wrap. I once put spaghetti on a wrap. True story.
And that’s the specialty at Arancini Brothers, a nice spot in Camden. They serve balls. And I had my balls with some lemon chicken, some salad for good measure (or “healthy balance” as I would put it) and covered in a massive wrap.
So how does it feel? Well, you bite and it feels like any other chicken wrap, until OH MY LORD CHEESY GOODNESS kicks in, when you suddenly chew on one of these mighty cheeseballs. They are so flavorful and full of cheesiness that it makes them impossible to resist, and thankfully there’s plenty balls in each wrap to replicate that feeling over and over.
Maybe next time I’ll have them separately. Balls and nothing else. But wrapping balls certainly works. For now, it has given me an excuse to use the word balls 18 times. And that is indeed a good cause.
Slimy? Balls filled with cheese and then fried. Slimyness is self explanatory.
Satisfying? A flavour explosion comes with every bite of those gooey balls.