
So Gary and I went out to Red Robin the other night. We finally had our food dropped off and the girl asked if we needed anything else. Well, I felt like something was missing, so I asked the girl if she could bring out some fry sauce. I glanced at Gary, who had a small smile on his face, and looked back at the girl. She smiled and asked me what kind of sauce I would like for my fries . . . and then it hit me! Fry Sauce is kind of a Utah thing. She had no idea what I was talking about, and Gary had already figured it out, which is why he was smiling at me! Thanks a lot Gary!
So I asked her to bring out some mayo, I figured I would just make my own fry sauce. It is not something I usually need with my fries, but after years of eating at Red Robin when Gary worked there, to me Red Robin fries just don't taste the same without it. When she came back to drop it off she suggested that I try dipping my fries in Ranch dressing. I think that she must have thought that I was going to dip my fries in mayo, which is disgusting, so she wanted to give me a better option, Ranch dressing. Nice girl, but that wasn't going to be necessary.
Anyway, we had a good laugh about it!























