Nothing could strike me. Not even the sad look of my garden which was destroyed by the storm last night or the latest news on Osama's death which apparently happened in 2006 already on a very normal way and not just last week due to gunshots.... Completely normal. The world seemed just as crazy as usually. So I went on peacefully with my reading until I saw this article on the LA Times:
!!!!!!!!!! 25,000??? No joke, just 25,000 times super easy, super fast, super size, super salty, super horrible food kind of thing.
Don't get me wrong. I am not one of those people, who proudly announces "never going to McD again" or "haven't even been there since age 6". While secretly or with an excuse occasionally (nothing else was available, I was on a hurry, or the best one: the kids wanted to go...) but with pleasure stuffing the plastic crap straight into the mouth. I still remember, how many people - and how long - were cuing up front of the doors to get a bite of some American taste, once McD opened the first stores in Eastern Europe. So everyone, just go a little softer on those statements please. Since we all got some kind of sentimental relationship with McD. Don't tell me you have never organized/ended a date/meeting or a party at the clown house!
Let's face it. The good old - lately healthy-food pretender- golden gate company made it into the childhood part of our brain. We know that it's crap and plastic. But we also know that excited grin on our face at the counter while asking for a menu just after thinking for about 10 minutes what to take from the offer we know by heart....It's not about the food at McD. It's about the idea of going there.
No, I am not encouraging you to do so, since as you know by now, I hate bad food. Just like bad junk-food. But I have to tell you honestly, that I like to have fun there. I like to eat with my hands, make a mess with my food and to feel that real American spirit we imagined to linger around about 20 years ago. And I still like the Happy Meal plastic gifts idea, even if its days are seriously numbered by the WHO. That's the reason why perhaps I won't cross McD completely off from my list. But 25,000 plastic buns? 2x a day a Big Mac and even keeping some in your freezer? That's the worst confusion since the American Psycho...
"I plan on eating Big Macs until I die," said Gorske, 57, the Big Mac hero. "I have no intentions of changing. It's still my favorite food.... I look forward to it every day."
Good for you mate. Just please do not spread your obsession around... and please start to see someone with obsessive mental/eating disorders. It's sad. Really it is. I am telling you... this world is going crazy.... beyond all imagination....
