The Mayo(nnaise) Clinic

I swear, this mayonnaise thing must be some sort of strange attractor for me.  Once again, I find myself cogitating on the subject of condiments, with mayo front and center.  I know I've done this before (see "French Fries in Holland" and "Mayo Playo Hato" for enlightenment, if you haven't already), and I thought I was finis, but alas, it came back.  I must confess to you, why it came back.

Recently while at lunch with some new friends, I ordered a club sandwich with french fries.  The waitress asked me if I wanted ketchup or mayonnaise.  Perplexed, because I thought she was asking if I wanted either on my sandwich, I said mayonnaise.  Because who puts ketchup on a club sandwich?

A minute later, it hit me: she was asking if I wanted mayo or ketchup for the french fries.  Sure enough, when the plates arrived at the table there were two tiny stainless steel cups with mayonnaise in them.

Hmm.  Given my past stance on that particular condiment, one would think I would have asked the waitress to bring a bottle of ketchup, or malt vinegar (my particular favorite on fries), but not wanting to lose face I gamely decided to try the mayo.  To quote Jeffrey Steingarten, the "results, regrettably, were delicious".

I have ventured over to the Dark Side of condiment application...and I liked it.  And now I don't what to do...