A few years ago, my son and I went to the Jasons in San Antonio on IH 10 West. I was eating my sandwich and there was a broken toothpick inside the sandwich. I took it up to the manager and they made me another one; on that plate, one end of the pickle spear was covered in chips; when I pulled it out, one end had been bitten off. I took that plate to the manager, showed it to him, and he started laughing.
I've known Ags that were dewshes; perhaps the one that started Jason's is one of them. I won't ever go back.