The first time I tasted an Auntie Anne’s pretzel, I knew I was tasting something heavenly. No more would I appreciate the generic-tasting pretzels sold at sporting events and fairs. The only pretzel for me would always be Auntie Anne’s. There is little doubt in my mind that if I had to have one food item before I died, I would have an Auntie Anne’s pretzel, and die experiencing absolute joy.