A sage, ageless man once said, âyou taste like a burger. I donât like you anymore.â
That is after Elizabeth Banks, her face covered in BBQ sauce, demands that her seemingly immortal beau makeout with her at the cookout on the last day of camp in Wet Hot American Summer, a move akin to what the kids call âgoblin modeâ or âgoing hard,â but what I would instead say amounts to a passion for slightly spicy sauces with a hefty kick and a devil-may-care attitude.
Now Applebeeâs is also inviting you to âtaste their face.â