OK. First...I frickin love peanut butter. Not just because its a tasty treat. Not because the taste stays with you for at least 15 minutes as you lick it off the roof of your mouth. No, I don't even love it because of its special places in American history (George Washington Carver, Jimmy Carter, anyone?)\n\nI love the old PB for one simple reason: It was damned-near my only source of protein for 18 months of my life. Peace Corps taught me that sometimes meat is hard to get, the chickens aren't always laying, and beans aren't always in season. So what was a man to do? Well, after I was tired of chicken feet and beef tripe, I rediscovered peanut butter. It's calorie rich. It travels pretty well. And praise the lord, you don't have to refrigerate it!!!\n\nPretty soon, I was throwing PB in my rice, and I'll be damned if it wasn't the best ghetto Thai food I've ever tasted. And when I moved to a bigger town, and bought a second-hand fridge, I kept up my peanut butter habit. That habit has stayed with me to this day. While I don't eat rice quite so often anymore, I still like a big glob of PB in my oatmeal.\n\nThat being said, PB Loco was to me like an Italian cobbler's shop to a Scottsdale fashionista: so many opportunities for exquisiteness. My GF and I did the sampler and I indulged in three fantastic ways to dress up the old crema de mani. The sandwiches looked so-so, but the sampler was a pretty good way to experience the new wonderfulness. And I even walked away with two jars.\n\nOh, and the staff was courteous if disinterested. The design was OK; seems more aimed at kiddo's than adults. I'm going to go back for the savory flavors; I think there is some great cooking possibilities in the curry and sun-dried tomato varieties.
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