We thought it was a joke when my Banana Foster French Toast was covered with a film of brown slime coming out from the mouth of the possessed girl from \""Exorcist.\"" After a few stirs, the revolting concoction would coagulate into an amorphous blob metastasizing and multiplying to devour its prey in a science horror film. \n\nPanicky and nauseous, we summoned our young waitress to attend to our distress. \""This is the banana foster sauce. It is not supposed to be syrupy and this is how it's always been made like this,\"" she answered with such composure and disinterest in our seemingly futile concern. \n\nCuriosity dared us to ask how the sauce was made. Returned with the precarious object still on the plate, our waitress proclaimed it was cooked with butter, reduced sugar, triple sac [and cornstarch, alien DNA...].\n\nLightning struck us as we exited the restaurant in trepidation into the scorching 109 degree heat under the Phoenix sun: we were in Tempe, Arizona.