For the past few months I have avoided going to McDonald’s because their food has been subpar for the longest. I hated the place because my family and the rest of the world did. I felt guilty for liking something no one else liked.
That’s like peer-pressure at it’s best. But sometimes I craved it and I had to go. I needed those fries and burgers. I mean you can get them anywhere but there was something special about McDonald’s.
Their food has some kind of something in it I can’t describe. So I went for the first time in ages. I ordered one of their new quarter pounders with fries and a sweet tea. I devoured it.
I enjoyed it because I hadn’t had it in so long. Although I hadn’t been eating fast food as often as I had. It lacked something that I used to want. It wasn’t good anymore. So when I started carving McDonald’s I knew it was more than just a craving.
I was craving my childhood. Sounds weird huh? But it’s true. I remember being taken to McDonald’s and having my first burger and loving it. Since then I have liked burgers. So I feel thankful. It was the only resturant that I mention that everyone groans at. But is it really that bad?
I mean there are some restaurants I can’t stand, but I don’t complain every
freaking time someone wants to go there. But I would love to not be crucified every time I want to go. I feel that
Will I eat their as often as I did before? No, that’s what Chick-Fil-A is for. But I might go three months from now.