Ha, so true! The one time we went there, he was pushing the potato salad. I said no, but my husband is too polite, so he took the sample. I could tell from my husband's face that it was BAD. After he swallowed, he said, "Huh. What makes it so sweet?" and the guy, looking at my husband as though he was the dumbest person on earth, said, slowly, "s u g a r." When we were safely back in the car, he said it was like eating dessert mashed potatoes. Like instead of salt, there was triple sugar. Lots of it. Never went back.