You know you are in
or in my case, the intermountain West, when:
Your French fries come with a side of Fry Sauce instead of red stuff.
I almost picked up a couple of bottles of the stuff when I was visiting a traditional family stop in Ogden, the Rainbow Gardens.
This guy (and Grumpa Max) kept me on point. I only had 15 minutes to run around and get Utah-centric/specific food-related souvenirs for the office -- ones that had to be FAA and TSA and JetBlue acceptable.
I grabbed honey for my sweet officemates, courtesy of a branch of Cox Honeyland. The Orange Creamed Honey is PERFECTION! Try it. Go ahead. You'll thank me.As I was grabbing boxes of Great Salt Lake salt water taffy for the rest of the office, I saw this HUGE display of Fry Sauce, more specifically,Some Dude's Fry Sauce.
As much as I thought about it, I couldn't see bringing a bottle back of that size. If I ate enough fries to justify a 12 oz. bottle, I'd be in need of an angiogram to check on my blockages.Plus, I just saw how much the Some Dude's are charging, and minus s&h, I can get a bigger bottle for cheaper directly from their website.
Maybe I've been out of Utah too long, but fry sauce doesn't do it for me. I prefer to mix my barbeque sauce with yellow mustard. Or, to dip my fries in honey, mustard, or tartar sauce over redstuff. Or in hot fudge ...
Great. Now I'm hungry.
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