There was a shawarma place I used to go to that had an interesting “garlic sauce”. You couldn’t call it toum, as it was either not whipped with oil or they stopped after adding a splash. It had the appearance of being just very finely chopped garlic, like somebody ran it through a food processor until it was almost a paste. And fuck, it was so good on their donair pizzas. We used to get a small tub to go with it, but after a slice of the pizza, a sip of beer would set your tongue on fire. And the next morning, shaving would make the bathroom smell like fresh garlic. Definitely too much, but oddly worthwhile from time to time.