For the first time in almost a year, I had the fortune opportunity of dining at the hip restaurant, Panera Bread.
Actually, to be honest, my lovely parents drove to my school and dropped it off to me. By the way, they are absolutely amazing for doing that because they saved me from eating more disgusting microwavable food.
Nonetheless, my meal was pretty good. Normally, when I order from there, I always get a mouthwatering ham sandwich with my favorite type of cheese: Swiss. Call me crazy, but that cheese is bomb.com. Yet, for some strange reason, I decided to live dangerously and get me a mean chicken caesar sandwich. As someone who has acid reflex, it is always a huge risk to get this dish because of the onions and peppers. Clearly, one can consider me a gambling man from this.
Once I got back to my room to absolutely go beast mode on my sandwich, I noticed that there was a bag of chips that came with it. After seeing this, I became quite giddy in anticipation to enjoy my free snack. My mother has always scolded me for eating junk before meals, so when I ate, I made sure to finish the sandwich first. I finished it in four giant bites. Just kidding, why would I count the amount of bites I took?
Anyway, after finishing my sandwich, I thought it was okay. It just did not completely satisfy my taste buds. I wanted something more powerful. The onions and tomatoes were a little strong in acidity, but it was not enough. I needed some sodium. I needed something with two percent iron. But what did I need? Oh yeah, the chips!
Dude, I am telling you, once I ate my first chip, I felt like I was in heaven. These kettle-cooked potato chips were not just your basic kettle-cooked potato chips. No – these were prepared perfectly well. They were extra crunchy, but at the same time, they were not too hard for my teeth. Do you know how rare that is to find in a potato chip? Pretty rare. Also, they had the perfect amount of salt. They were not too dry or too swallow and not salty to the point where you would need to drink a whole water bottle after devouring one.
In fact, I can honestly say that these chips are better than that overrated, overused brand: Lays. I’d fancy these over those crappy chips at any party.
So that is where I must ask: Why aren't these sold in supermarkets all over the world?
To all my bros and gals that are reading this and enjoy Panera's chips, we must make this happen. No one will ever have to suffer through garbage chips at their Super Bowl parties or barbecues. We can be known as the warriors who stopped the mediocre chip epidemic.
As the late David Bowie once said, “we can be heroes, just for one day."
Come on, let’s be heroes and make these chips get the recognition they deserve. I can assure you, everyone will thank us.
