Based on the texture, that makes complete sense. Didn't they have italian seasoning and garlic or some such on them too? They were right up there with Crazy Bread as far as king of bread sticks... very different types, both solid as could be.
Yep, they had the "butter" spread (it was on the regular breadsticks and the cheesesticks, too) on them then the seasoning sprinkled on
(same as with regular and cheesesticks).
Thin breadsticks were made with thin crust dough
Regular breadsticks were made with pan dough
Cheesesticks were just like regular breadsticks, but with cheese added (duh)
Starting sometime in the 90s, the pan dough came in ready-made as frozen discs. The regular breadsticks were the same way. No more making the dough, portioning it out, putting it in deep sigh pans, putting it in the proofer for a bit, then putting it in the cooler. We still had to make the hand-tossed and thin crust dough. I don't know if they were ever went fully frozen on everything, I left not long after that.
i used to be the opening dough-master (that's what it was called, lol) on Sundays. I volunteered for that shift. Most times, I'd leave the club and drive straight to work (yes I stayed at the club that late...or early, whatever). I'd change in the back (I was the only one there for about 3 hours), then get to work making all the dough for the lunch and early dinner shifts. It was nice being in there that early. You could turn on the jukebox as loud as you wanted. There was nobody else there to bother you. And you really didn't have to wear the uniform if you didn't want to. I usually wore shorts and an old t-shirt. It always got hot in the back of the store with all that dough being made, constantly moving around a bunch and pushing those pan carts around and into and out of the proofer and the cooler. Plus, I'd usually turn on one of the ovens and make some food. It was actually kind of cool.
I could never go back to that job (just can't handle restaurant work anymore), but man the awesome times we had back then. The staff we had, for the most part, was pretty good. We had some very down-to-earth types, but man did we have some partiers, too. Our manager was cool as hell. And the other assistant (I was 1 of 2) was like my brother. We became best friends shortly after I started working there. After that, we were always running around getting into shit, together. We partied, drank, went to clubs/bars, had some close calls with the police, and did lots of other stuff that was VERY close to the line you shouldn't cross, legal-wise. We worked together for years and even lived together for a time. He kept me out of trouble, but he also helped me get into some trouble. But that trouble was always funner with him there. He never let me go too far.
I still miss him. He was like my brother. I wish he was still alive. I'd love to just talk with him and relive some of those days and bring up all the shit we used to do. He's the one who's responsible for me having an amazingly awesome 30th birthday.