You know what's wrong with this damn country? Chicken Caesar salad. (Stand aside, Rush Limbaugh. I'm talkin' here.) I could just as well bring up flavored coffee. I mean, what was so doggone wrong with the flavor of coffee that people felt like it would be better off tasting like hazelnut candy and imitation vanilla extract? But it's the ubiquitous, and nearly always awful, chicken Caesar that really fries my butt. Caesar salad wasn't something you ate all the time, and not everybody liked it. It was garlicky and spicy and salty, and in the old days often had anchovies ground up in the dressing and served whole on top of the lettuce. (Oh, I know they still make it that way, for $17.95, in some ever so precious restaurant you frequent. Spare me.) Then somebody had the brilliant idea that more people might like Caesar salad if it was less scary -- if it was less like itself, in effect -- so they took out the fishies and turned the dressing into a flavorless,...