2.0 out of 5

So at a first glance I’m very excited about this pickle.  That is pretty rare for a bread and butter pickle. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good bread and butter pickle and every pickle is a dare to be great situation for me.  I just feel that bread and butter can be so much more than the red headed step child of the pickle world, and I’m often disappointed with the outcome.  I’m hoping good ol’ randy can prove me wrong!  

This 32 oz jar has an inviting label that says “check out my mustache, it’s just as hand crafted as the pickles behind it”!  They say you cannot judge a book by the cover.  I gotta tell you that I’m a stickler for details, and I’m not really sure that entire thing makes sense.  When they say cover, is it just the front of the book?  Is the back part of the cover?  Or is it the entire paper cover that protects the hard cover of the book?  That cover goes over the front and back which is one piece, that has a lot of information on it including a synapsis of the book, which in my opinion can for sure be used to judge that book.  But in that case, is that more of the Jacket of the book?  If it’s the jacket then that wouldn’t really qualify as the “cover” and the metaphor tracks.  I don’t know, there’s just a lot of holes in the whole book-cover-judgement thing.  One thing I can tell you for certain is you should not judge a pickle by its label.  After diving in for that first bite I was as excited to stop eating them as I initially was about Randy’s Pickle Mustache.  This thing doesn’t know what it wants to be.  I can tell you what it’s not.  It’s not crisp, and it’s for sure not crunchy.  It’s got a lot of  vinegar flavor and yet it’s still very sweet.  There is also a fair amount of mustard seed sitting at the bottom of the jar.  There is no bread, and there is no butter.  This limp pickle is not a winner.   The packaging is just as important as the contents, and as much as I like the packaging I dislike this pickle.  I should have known something was up when I saw that mustache.  My mother always told me you can’t trust a man with two different color pickles for a mustache.  Lesson learned.