But the other day I was talking with an acquaintance who told me I had to try the version of the sandwich with the spicy mayo on it. And I didn't feel like driving to Monrovia - especially since at the time I was only about five blocks away from the Pasadena location. So I went there.
"I want the spicy sandwich," I said, pointing at the poster of it, "with this spicy mayo. I do not want the sandwich with buffalo sauce on it. I want this sandwich here. With the spicy mayo."
"Oh, we don't even have buffalo sauce right now," the woman told me.
So I waited six minutes, received my sandwich, and took it to the car. It had buffalo sauce on it. Of course it did. I mean... I can't even get mad, right? I know they are incapable of giving me what I order and yet I still went back. Fool me ten times, shame on me.
The other evening while some friends were over at my place drinking wine, I heated up some of the Rudy's sauce and put in in this mini fondue pot. We dunked barbecue-flavor potato chips into the sauce, annihilating the entire bag within just a few minutes.
Supermarket mustard potato salad and "baked" potato salad. Perfectly acceptable, nothing special.
"Maybe this is why teams with losing records shouldn't be allowed in bowl games?" I wondered aloud.
I hope you all had a nice time over the holidays.