In just the last few months, I realized that I cringe when I hear the word “foodie.”
It’s even worse when I’m the one considered a “foodie” especially when it’s known that I have a blog about food. If you’ve read my About Me page, I admit detest that word, especially what it has come to connotate lately: a food snob. Or specifically someone who looks down their nose on certain foods if it’s not (fill in the word of choice here): organic/expensive/from a Michelin restaurant/grown within 60 miles/hand-crafted or hand-brewed/something trendy/etc. It’s along the same lines a calling someone a “geek” or “nerd.” While the original intention was good, it’s gone on to mean something much, much more extreme. And often times unpleasant, depending on who you talk to.
While I do appreciate all the above— mmmm… organic— I do like the simpler things in life. When I’m sick, I love to indulge in Jack in the Box’s Breakfast Jack because frankly, it makes me feel better. And I don’t care if a dish is simply seasoned with regular table salt. That’s just how I roll.
Upon a recent conversation with Paul at Brians’ American Eatery, I just had to laugh at the whole situation because I made a big deal about the syrup. Yes, the effin’ syrup.
Taking a bite of my waffle.
Paul, you have to try this syrup. It’s AMAZING.
What do you mean?
It’s the best syrup I’ve ever tasted. Come on, have a try! I think they infuse their syrup with vanilla because it’s so. freaking. good.
Paul takes a taste from a teaspoon.
What do you mean? It tastes like regular pancake syrup to me.
Flagging down the waiter…
Excuse me, what kind of syrup do you serve here?
We switch between Mrs. Butterworths and Log Cabin every week. This week we’re using Log Cabin. Five-gallon jugs.
Paul trying to contain his laughter.
I’m SO glad you didn’t ask him whether the syrup is “infused.” This is Brians’. I’m pretty sure your waffle came from a mix as well.
The message behind the story? Sometimes pancake syrup— even fake stuff in the bottle— is pretty darn good.