By and large, I dislike most condiments on my sandwiches, either because I don't like them at all (like mayo) or I dislike the amount that is put on (ketchup and mustard) on certain sandwiches.
I applaud those of you that can find menu items to eat exactly as they come, and I'm sure it makes life easier for all involved. I've tried eating sandwiches with mayo when there is no other choice (i.e. at a meeting and lunch is brought in, all of the sandwiches have mayo and mustard on them, for some reason), and I will normally take a bite to see if my tastes have changed (it hasn't) then pitch the rest of it. I would much rather be hungry than set in a meeting with an upset belly.
I wish everything was served plain with condiments and garnish on the side, but I am obviously in the minority of the public that feels this way, so I'm stuck relying on the studiousness of my server to carry out my wishes.
I believe what we are discussing here is known as a "first-world" problem! Me: "Boo-hoo, my sandwich (which I'm eating in a comfy, safe restaurant) has mayo on it. And it took too long to get here. And I'm running low on Mountain Dew! Woe is me, whatever shall I do?" as opposed to a person in South America that may not eat anything for days.
Of course, I remember an old show called "Ally McBeal". The titular character was often exasperated with her troubles. A co-worker asked her "Why are your problems such a big deal?" She thought for a moment and replied "Because they're MY PROBLEMS!".
Obviously, condiments are my problem.
Once more, I appreciate all of the comments. They have been most entertaining.
Good luck and take care.
I applaud those of you that can find menu items to eat exactly as they come, and I'm sure it makes life easier for all involved. I've tried eating sandwiches with mayo when there is no other choice (i.e. at a meeting and lunch is brought in, all of the sandwiches have mayo and mustard on them, for some reason), and I will normally take a bite to see if my tastes have changed (it hasn't) then pitch the rest of it. I would much rather be hungry than set in a meeting with an upset belly.
I wish everything was served plain with condiments and garnish on the side, but I am obviously in the minority of the public that feels this way, so I'm stuck relying on the studiousness of my server to carry out my wishes.
I believe what we are discussing here is known as a "first-world" problem! Me: "Boo-hoo, my sandwich (which I'm eating in a comfy, safe restaurant) has mayo on it. And it took too long to get here. And I'm running low on Mountain Dew! Woe is me, whatever shall I do?" as opposed to a person in South America that may not eat anything for days.
Of course, I remember an old show called "Ally McBeal". The titular character was often exasperated with her troubles. A co-worker asked her "Why are your problems such a big deal?" She thought for a moment and replied "Because they're MY PROBLEMS!".
Obviously, condiments are my problem.
Once more, I appreciate all of the comments. They have been most entertaining.
Good luck and take care.