Today for lunch I went to Greek Souvlaki and got a gyro that had about a half a pound of meat on it. And of course I got a side of fries to go with it. And fry sauce.
For anyone outside of the Utah-Idaho corridor, fry sauce is a delicacy in these parts. In its most simple form, it's just mayonnaise and ketchup. But the finer establishments put their own twist on it. For instance at Crown Burger, they add relish to make it a little more sour. The Training Table makes it with a hickory barbecue sauce instead of ketchup (I have tried replicating this version at home, and it simply doesn't work for whatever reason). At Greek Souvlaki, though, they have taken it to a whole new level. They add something spicy, which I can't identify, but that is the perfect complement to their thick-cut, crispy on the outside, light and fluffy on the inside french fries.
I'm one who believes that there are only two kinds of people in this world: those who like french fries, and those who lie about it. My wife, however, has done a pretty amazing job of convincing me that she really doesn't like french fries. And I almost believe her. Until we go to Greek Souvlaki. The fries and sauce are just too good to resist. I told myself that I would eat the fries until the sauce was gone and throw the rest away. But I didn't.
In case you're wondering if that's the thing I shouldn't have done but did anyway, you're wrong. Because upon finishing my gyro and french fries, I walked past the container of chewy molasses ginger cookies that I brought to work for my colleagues, and I had one of those, too. And right now I'm thinking about having another one.
I really shouldn't be thinking about the cookies. Especially since I gained four pounds from Saturday to Sunday, and the only thing I can attribute it to is all the cookies I ate. But I am thinking about them. And we all know what that leads to.