Yeah, I know: chain restaurants love the salt.
Still, sometimes it’s just the course of least resistance to run up to the Max & Erma’s on the corner for an appetizer or burger.
I went there yesterday for a late, surprise lunch with the 19- and 22- year olds. We had the barbecue chicken quesadilla, french onion soup, a sandwich, and a burger. I’ll have to blog sometime about french onion soup, because if you make it at home, it’s beyond divine. But when you go to a restaurant for it, you know what you’re getting: salt. So, OK, we knew what we were in for, and we got it and it was pretty good considering we knew what we were getting into.
But I specifically told the waiter to hold the seasoning on the barbecue chicken quesadilla, which is a nice, grilled, sliced chicken breast quesadilla with a little barbecue sauce, lettuce, pico de gallo, etc. But even with the “hold the salt” instructions, it was pretty salty.
The final straw was the fries. Neither of the kids could eat the fries that came with their sandwiches! That’s a lot of salt!
It’s too bad that the “local” oversalts things to the point where we, expecting salty, fatty barfood, can’t even eat what we ordered.
(I will avoid cranky posts in general, but ya know….)
