You know those moments when you’re traveling, and you stumble upon something so utterly unexpected and delicious that it recalibrates your entire understanding of a food? Yeah, I had one of those recently.
I was cruising through Arizona, soaking in the sun-drenched vistas and cactus-dotted landscapes, honestly, the last thing on my mind was gourmet comfort food. I was thinking tacos, maybe some prickly pear ice cream – typical desert fare.
But then, a whisper, a rumor really, started making its way to me about the pretzels at a certain spot in the state. My inner food critic scoffed…