Okay, so I’ve been craving those giant, soft pretzels from Costco’s food court for like, a week. Today, I finally gave in. I went to Costco, ostensibly for groceries, but let’s be real, the pretzel was the main event.
First, I navigated the usual Costco weekend crowd. It’s always a zoo, but I powered through, grabbing a cart and weaving my way through the aisles. I did actually pick up a few things I needed – giant bags of chips, a rotisserie chicken the size of my head, you know, the essentials.
Then, I made my way to the promised land – the food court. The line was, predictably, pretty long. I stood there, patiently (sort of) waiting, and inhaling the delicious, buttery, salty smell. I could practically taste the pretzel already.
My Order
- One giant soft pretzel. Obviously.
- Mustard.
When it was finally my turn, I ordered my pretzel. And I Got Mustard.
Finally, I had it. That warm, doughy goodness in my hands. I found a relatively clean table (a rare find at the Costco food court), and I dug in.
I tore off a piece, dipped it in the mustard, and… heaven. Seriously, it was so good. Salty, chewy, perfectly soft in the middle and slightly crispy on the outside. I savored every bite.
It was the perfect ending to my Costco trip. Worth the crowds, worth the wait. My craving is officially satisfied… at least until next week.
