I <3 BBQ Sauce
Our work took us to Outback today as a sort of goodbye lunch. Our last day at work is officially the 10th, but a coworker is leaving the 8th and our boss's wife is having a baby any time now, so we did the goodbye lunch thing a little early, so that everyone we're saying goodbye to is actually present. Otherwise it would be more of a "yay they're gone" lunch.
Anyway, I got what I usually get: chicken on the barbie with steamed veggies. So they serve it, and immediately I notice that something is amiss. The barbeque sauce is bile colored. I tasted it to make sure that it was true, that they actually dared to give me a different sauce. My tastebuds were assaulted with a flavor not unlike any fast food restaurant's barbeque sauce, the kind that was meant for fried processed chicken hunks to be dunked into. I loved their old barbeque sauce. I'd practically drink the stuff. That sauce alone was reason enough to go to Outback. And now it's but a memory. (By the way, I asked the waitress about it, and she said they'd changed to a different sauce. She said she was equally disappointed. Hear that, Outback? That makes two people.)
So since I'm getting older, and realizing that I need to actually start doing good things for my fellow man before my time on earth is up, I decided to email Outback to complain about the switch. Oh yes, I did. I felt so soccer mom. We'll see if I get a response.
Anyway, I got what I usually get: chicken on the barbie with steamed veggies. So they serve it, and immediately I notice that something is amiss. The barbeque sauce is bile colored. I tasted it to make sure that it was true, that they actually dared to give me a different sauce. My tastebuds were assaulted with a flavor not unlike any fast food restaurant's barbeque sauce, the kind that was meant for fried processed chicken hunks to be dunked into. I loved their old barbeque sauce. I'd practically drink the stuff. That sauce alone was reason enough to go to Outback. And now it's but a memory. (By the way, I asked the waitress about it, and she said they'd changed to a different sauce. She said she was equally disappointed. Hear that, Outback? That makes two people.)
So since I'm getting older, and realizing that I need to actually start doing good things for my fellow man before my time on earth is up, I decided to email Outback to complain about the switch. Oh yes, I did. I felt so soccer mom. We'll see if I get a response.
