There was something sour about one of the pickles in my chicken shwarma salad today. Usually Café Jaffa has pretty excellent pickles, but I think this time around a stray shitpickle made its way into the batch. It might not have even been an entire pickle that was tasting poorly. Could have just been a particularly unfortunate region of a single pickle. But those few scattered bites that brought my face down into a bundle were really tough to get through. So you see, it’s not just the bad apple we have to be mindfull of; it’s the bad pickles too.