Peanuts and French Fries

You know what really grinds my gears? Peanuts and French fries. No, not both of them together. They each annoy me on their own but in a similar way.

Peanuts are possibly the worst appetizer at a restaurant (such as Logan's or Sagebrush). The peanut itself makes no sense. The tasty saltiness of the peanuty experience is on the outside of the peanut, on the shell. But no, you can't eat the shell. If you do, I'm sure it will hurt going down your throat and I don't think anyone wants to try that. And once you spend who knows how many seconds breaking into the Fort Knox shell, you're rewarded with a fairly bland food experience. I think the adage should be "Don't judge a peanut by it's shell."

French fries aren't much different, except they are slightly worse. I was at Sagebrush and ordered a medium well steak burger with fries, and when I got my $11 newborn bundle of joy, half of my plate was covered in these liquid lard sticks. When I saw this, I remembered the eternal hatred I have for these mockeries of food. You bite into a fry thinking, "Oh yes, this is a fry. This will be nice to eat," but you're wrong. It's a fried potato. It tastes like grease. You go some other restaurant, and it will still taste like grease. Perhaps the place you go will be daring and have fries that taste like grease and, brace yourself, salt! Mmm. How bold.

I wish that fries and peanuts could fight to the death and only one survive, but they both grind my gears.