The "Crazy" in the bread is that they don't make any of it. It comes on a truck and gets defrosted. I know, I went to a Little Caesars and the kid behind the counter said the truck didn't come that day so they were out of crazy bread. All the while there's a woman around the corner pounding out a pizza like it stole her bike. So I inquire as to why they can't make it, and why they make the pizzas themselves but can't handle what amounts to barely cooked pizza dough glazed in liquid butter (or its substitute for all I know). The kid shrugs and acts like I'm the weird one who doesn't understand that breadsticks come from a truck. A truck that never arrives apparently.
I wasn't even going to order Crazy Bread, but I definitely felt like I'd been treated like I was the crazy one after inquiring.
I am Little Schrodinger's Breadstick