I used to work at a tex mex restaurant, a rite of passage for every teen growing up in central texas. My fondest memory of that era was working the chip warmer and spending all day stuffing my face with freshly fried tortilla chips and the decent house salsa.Most people I served also seemed to enjoy the chips and salsa, although I'll never forget one man who weighed at least 400 pounds and preferred to dip the chips in butter packets instead. At first I was stunned by his shameless gluttony, but eventually I tried it out, and I have to admit it was pretty tasty. If I ever give up on life, you can find me in a tex mex joint putting butter on my chips.
I like chips and salsa. I do not have a fun story about it though, sorry.