McDonalds fries: The pull is strong.
WTF? I read Omnivore’s Dilemma, I know what’s in the hamburgers and nuggets they serve at “The Unmentionable,” as Lisa and I have dubbed McDonalds. Yet, here I am worshiping at the altar of the fried, swilling the nectar of the Gods: Diet Coke. I love it so. I’m weak and defenseless against it I admit. But, the pull of the fries is strong, unearthly strong. Oh how they call to me with their sweet siren song . . . “come to me . . . my hot golden goodness awaits you . . . my saltiness know no bounds . . .” Even Ulysses has to answer that call. In fact, he was in the drive-in in front of me.
As soon as I eat there, and I mean a second later I feel McGross. Nice. I usually pound down “The Unmentionable” in my car in a manner not unlike The Simpsons. Then I drive around for a while to get the McSmell out.
“Oh Ed this is so wrong . . . ” Yes McTemptress I know . . . just this once then we’ll stop, we’ll never do this again, I promise.
