Warms my heart to see there are still places with old arcade games hanging around. Do kids even want to play stuff like centipede or is it there for the parents??
There are so many no sugar added ketchups. They're not hard to find.
Unfortunately those usually contain artificial sweeteners and still taste way too sweet.
I finally managed to find one local (to the Netherlands) brand that sells ketchup without added sugars or sweeteners. The brand was actually started by a person with diabetes who wanted to cut out all sugar from her diet.
It’s so much better than the standard Heinz stuff. Much more savory, you can actually taste the tomatoes.
I tend to avoid sweet stuff in general-- I don't dislike it but I'm not often in the mood for it. I eat ketchup sometimes but I more often put sriracha on fries. BBQ sauce that isn't disgustingly sweet is difficult to find, and I'd love more ketchup options to be widely available. There's a reason heinz had 57 varieties dammit!
Ketchup is fine for small children and the infirm. But that's it. Everyone else should be using mustard, (preferably with horseradish in it), or some other stronger flavored condiment. Be the adult you are!
Mustard is gross af too, though. Horseradish is biological warfare, not edible food, and I will die on that hill.
I’m not a condiment person, even adding salt and pepper “to taste” is something I very very rarely do. Condiments are a waste of cooking skill and good ingredients. If I use anything it’s probably hot sauce or like sweet chilli or something actually transformative, or the food is barely edible without it (which I try to avoid). Everything else can go straight in the trash.
I like the actual taste of my food, no need to cover it up and make it taste exactly the same way every single time via condiments. Be an adult and experience subtle flavor variety.
Ofc maybe you need condiments because you are a shit cook. That’s ok too, but it doesn’t make you more adult than someone who prefers things differently.
You see the squeeze packs are great because its not pain like the tear open packs. You squeeze the two half's together and sauce comes out the perforation in the centre. It's great if you want to get a bit of sauce with every bite.
You sauce, then you bite. And repeat.
The only thing evil about it is the plastic (and the blasphemous and unaustralaian additional cost some takeaway joints tend to charge for the privilege of having them... Grrr condiments should be free no matter what.)
Plus man... you can generate the image with AI now days...
That's said my attempts didn't quite get me the level of soakness or covering I wanted. This is probably the best I think, if you imagine there are fries under the ketchup and not a ketchup bowl with fries placed on the borders:
I went to a hipster restaurant about a decade ago where they served fries with a shot glass full of chocolate milk shake on the side for dunking. It was really tasty ngl
I feel like these alignment jokes are by definition a stretch. There's always a couple good ones, some OK ones, and some terrible ones. The terrible ones ruin the whole thing for me. It would be better to have a reduced set or find another way to present the good ones I think.
That went both too far and not far enough. I didn't expect the shovel but after it was introduced I thought literally everything was going to end up covered.
...I love the shitposts and memes over here-- never used to enjoy those subs on reddit
I've recently learned to use the packets to apply to the fry just before I put it in my mouth. Makes it so there is always the same amount applied to the fry. Pretty nice actually
If I'm riding in a car, I'll tear open the ketchup packet, and dip a fry in it. Other times, I might squeeze the ketchup out onto each fry as I eat them-- only when using those refillable bottles with the narrow nozzle.
Condiments are not to touch the fries until the chosen time. I would rather have ketchup in my hand than on top. Whether ketchup or mayo, it should be on the side. I can always dip a fry. I can't Un-dip a fry.
Imagine you ordered delivery and the cook decided you wanted the ketchup how they like it, and 45 minutes after they came out of the fryer, a large man named Shannon riled up your dogs at 10pm, handed you a soggy box of luke warm, limp, sagging, already dressed potato sticks.