Every restaurant in our town claims to have won the award for “best pizza joint” or “best Mexican food” or whatever last year. Either there are a lot of awards going out, or someone’s lying.
Inspired by my brother, who ordered a taco at a local fastfood place only to be told they were out of taco meat. He asked them if they couldn’t just crumble up one of their hamburger patties and put it in a taco shell. They declined.
Actually, there are people who object if you put ketchup on mashed taters. I have no idea why. Probably says something about the lack of parenting they received as a child.
At the medical office where I work, I happened to notice there was some Italian dressing in the fridge that was “best if used by” six years before. I almost felt bad throwing it out, considering it had survived at least three corporate mergers and a buy-out.
