Eating: Why I Don’t Care for Raisin’ Canes

Today, on the way to visit friends in Ponchatoula, we stopped at Raising Canes. As far as fast food goes it’s not bad. However, the craniacs all rave about the sauce (which just seems like ranch mixed with ketchup to me). I don’t get it. In fact, the only thing that makes it bearable to me is two Louisiana hot sauce packets. But that sauce holds a hypnotic spell over most people who eat there. It’s a mystery that amazes and mystifies me.

In other news, Cristina and I will be dining at Lüke tomorrow. Looking forward to it.

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