Oh, I certainly agree with you that it must taste far better. I'm with you in that I don't care much for it either. Kudos to you for making it so others can enjoy. 

There's a shocker. Alton Brown making something simple ridiculously complicated. 

I promise not to tell. I'm worse on BBQ sauce, only three, all of which I make because a parakeet could: Eastern NC style, Western NC style, and SC mustard style. 

I have mostly lived in areas with poor public transit and taxi service. You damn well bet I hit it harder when I had assignments in NYC or Boston.

I used to live near a Rouses, the Louisiana supermarket chain. You could buy the variety you suggested. But I am past the time where I seek/collect a dozen hot sauces, nine mustards, etc. In my fridge now are the Tabasco pair, Louisiana brand hot sauce (that or Crystal are faves), and Tapatio as I prefer it on eggs.…

The Uber Eats driver's gonna need a bigger Kia. 

Emeril’s Turkey Bone Gumbo!

Please tell me that the trailer will be hitched up to the Beverly Hillbillies jalopy. 

There were two good things about Papa Gino's. First, they were super cheap, always coupons available in the flyers, etc. Very important as a graduate student. Second, they made a vegetarian pizza, tricolor peppers, that was pretty good especially if your date was of that persuasion. Other than that, the place was sort…

You hit the only two that are worth buying other than the original. The jalapeno is nice when you want a little vegetal flavor, the chipotle when you want the smokiness. Even then, I rarely buy the latter as I'll just incorporate a pepper and some sauce if that's a taste I want. 

Now can we get Jim Carrey to give us his take on that take?

My brain. Bad decisions pile on bad decisions. 

“Live and Let Die" is now playing in my head. 

It is odd that they just seem randomly located. Maybe a franchise cost issue? I have a “regular” KFC in my town, but when my son wants KFC, we drive 25 minutes to the one with a buffet in another normal town. And we eat like pigs.

Ain't from a can, ain't for a man. 

Can’t go home again. 

Sorry. Please don’t make a story giving a penny of cred to your nutcase colleague. Fake news. You live in Montana. You are better than that. 

Caught more perch there than you can imagine. And my real last name is the same as the last freighter that went down on the Great Lakes. 

The town isn’t much saving watching the freighters go by. My father wants me to buy my step-grandmothers house on a canal leading to LSC. 

You know where Marine City is?