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Josh Ogden
Lisa Griffin
SLCC English 1010
10/26/2016
The Day I Learned to Like Fry Sauce
I hate mayo. I think its disgusting. I mean, there are a lot of foods I
hate (pickles, mustard, relish, tomatoes, peppers) but mayo is up there. I
just dont see the appeal of spreading lumpy, white, whipped eggs all over
your sandwich, burger, etc. Its gross. As a result, despite having never really
tried it, I hated (or at least thought I hated) fry sauce. That is, I hated it until
one fateful day the summer before my sophomore year.
It was August Somethingth, 2014, and it was my friend Nates birthday.
Being socially awkward as I am, at that point I pretty much had two friends,
which was okay. It made it convenient for us to ride up to Ogden with Nates
dad to celebrate his birthday with a trip to a museum and a bite to eat. And
so, there we were, Jacob Horne, Nate Fredrickson, and I, pulling into the
parking lot of the Ogden Flight Museum. The museum consisted of a giant
runway lined with rows and rows of huge planes, as well as a small building
with smaller planes hanging from the ceiling and lying on the floor and
informational plaques lining the walls. We burned about 3 hours strolling

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between the rows, ogling at massive B-17s and tiny Cessas, ancient biplanes and high-tech stealth bombers.
By the time we were done it was almost noon and the bottomless pits
that were our adolescent stomachs were growling. This meant it was time to
head to lunch. Excitedly, the birthday boy said, Ready to go the Burger
Bar?
The what?
The Burger Bar. It was on Diners, Drive-ins and Drives!
Sounds good to me Jacob replied.
Thus it was decided. As a quick background note, this joint was known
for both its exotic meats (buffalo, even ostrich) and its special fry sauce.
Now, being known for your fry sauce is somewhat of an achievement in Utah,
given the sensitive tongues of the fry sauce connoisseurs that inhabit the
Beehive State. I was informed of this, to which I replied: So? Fry sauce is
gross.
Oh no, Nate assured me, this isnt ordinary fry sauce.
It has mayo in it doesnt it?
No dont worry about that (even though that is the definition of fry
sauce).
And so I let him fool me with this little white lie, and decided to just
give it a try. We pulled into the small parking lot to see a huge line (typical

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for a place so popular) stretching out from a small, squat building with two
ordering windows and a large menu board in the middle. Being
simultaneously adventurous and picky when it comes to food, I decided to try
a buffalo burger. It was pretty good, although I couldnt detect a difference
from normal cow. The real experience I had was that first bite of a fry dipped
in their sauce.
That fateful bite led to what can only be described as an epiphany. The
creamy, almost sweet yet a little tangy taste washed over my taste buds like
a breath of new life. Suddenly I knew what all the hype was about, why so
many Utahns love this simple mixture so much, and why some restaurants
outside of Utah use it to such success without realizing that everyone in Utah
knows exactly what their secret sauce is. Fry sauce is a work of genius.
Who knew that combining something disgusting with something mediocre
could produce something this wonderful? I certainly didnt. And thus I rode
home, eager to exercise my newfound taste by smothering this work of Utah
art all over everything I could.