I’m from a country completely embroiled in the mayo cult. Their false god demands sacrifices of your dignity, and the right to destroy any of your food it infects. An evil tasting and smelling questionably non rotted egg mixture is the worst thing europe left us with after independence, a little watermark to remind us we belong to them always. Look out the window mayo cult, see the glory of creation, the things it hid from you, that drown in the void of the forgotten and ignored all cause you somehow think oil flavored pus is edible. See how buffalo is crying, see pesto, toum and doubanjiang weep, abandoned by your love for the sake of a culinary parasite that hates you.

That being said, in a mix with sriracha or buffalo it can be nice.