When it comes to large national chains, I am a great advocate of
Papa John's for my pizzas. It's not usually super greasy, and the crust is good. But I'll admit: the #1 reason I order my pizzas from
Papa John's is because of the garlic dipping sauce.

I usually tack on an extra sauce cup to my order (only an additional $0.49!) so that I can use it on the leftovers when I reheat them. Speaking of, they totally didn't put in my extra sauce last time I ordered. Hmm.
Now, in light of this admission, you will understand how distressed I was to realize that the Special Sauce was no longer working its magic in quite the same way. I would devour my slice of pizza as quickly as possible to get to the crusty end, open that little cup of golden goodness, dip, and bite in to my crust, just waiting for the fabulous flavor sensation we all know and love to hit me... and it wouldn't come. In place of the decadence I dreamed of, I experienced a salty, watered down shadow of flavor that never even came close to my hopes and dreams.
Well, I wasn't going to give up on the flavors of my childhood so quickly. That taste of the sleepovers and birthday parties of my past beckoned, longing to be recaptured. And I was on a mission; the quest for garlic-y goodness!
I tried chilling my sauce. This brought back some of the visual thickness I remembered, but the flavor was still missing, and the hot-cold contrast was no good.
I tried heating my sauce. Bad idea. Just led to a messy microwave.
I tried using the sauce first thing, as soon as it got to me. This meant I had to cut my crusts off to eat before I'd even gotten through the first slice. I felt like a horrible person, desecrating a slice of pizza in that manner, and was still met with no results.
I finally concluded that something must have changed. This simply was not the same sauce I had grown up with. It couldn't be. But, for old time's sake, I conceded when my sister proposed we order Papa John's. After all, she's been out of the country for a year and a half, and had missed it. And lo and behold, a marvel occurred!
After eating through a slice worth of supreme pizza, which was really very good, Bri picked up a little container of that sauce. She shook it vigorously for a moment, pulled back the lid, and dipped in her crust. Then, she took a bite and said "Oh, yum. I've missed this sauce!"
Well, I looked in that little sauce cup, and it looked right. I smelled it, and it smelled right. Hesitantly, I dipped in my own pizza crust, bit in to it, and it tasted right! We had a second cup, so I mimicked her motions only to find that this sauce tasted right, too. And then it hit me. What a revelation!
Turns out, they're not kidding when they put "Shake well before opening" on the container.