In Ontario, where I spent most of my life, the default condiment for fries is vinegar. In most restaurants, there is either a bottle of vinegar on the table, or the first thing a server asks when he or she brings your fries is, “Do you need vinegar?” Fast-food joints have thousands of vinegar packets accessible with the straws and napkins. Vinegar is what I, and likely most of the Canadian population east of Manitoba, believe Og Himself has ordained belongs on fries.
I’ve been here in Alberta for some years now, and the dearth of vinegar in all kinds of restaurants is something I deal with. And after a number of times of being looked like I just asked for an oven-baked tractor when I ask for vinegar, I shut up and have plenty of vinegar at home for when I get fast-food. But the pushing of ketchup is starting to grate. Tonight, for example, I hit the Burger King drive-thru. I placed my order, and pulled up to the window. Then the conversation went like this:
Burger King Drone: Okay that’s the Whopper Combo. You want extra ketchup? [Note the assumption is that I want ketchup, and the lack of reference to vinegar or salt.]
Me: No, thank you. No extra ketchup. [Actually, I don’t want any at all. Remember, I have vinegar at home–no need for any ketchup. But stupid me; I should have said “No ketchup.”]
BKD: 'Kay.
A moment later, Coke in hand, I see BKD stuff a bag with Whopper and fries.
BKD: 'Kay, here you go. Oh, wait…
I see BKD grab something and stuff it in the bag before handing it to me.
Now, I’m behind the wheel, driving away, and concentrating on traffic. But I’m wondering what she put in there at the last. The week’s toy? More fries? A complimentary pie or something similar? I get back home and open my bag to find…
…five packets of ketchup on top of everything! Ketchup that I didn’t ask for was what she had to stuff in the bag before it could be passed to me. And of course, no vinegar.
Of course, the problem was partly mine, since I didn’t specifically ask for no ketchup at all. But if the five-packet default is enough to supply, oh, three or four typical containers of Burger King fries, how much would I get if I agreed to the extra packets? I’m picturing enough to make up a half-bottle of Heinz or something.
Why, oh why, western Canadians, do you insist that a normal amount of ketchup is what others consider to be enough to float a battleship? And (although it didn’t apply in tonight’s Burger King visit) why do you react so strangely when I ask for vinegar?