One of the special issues of life on the road is gassing up. I’m not talking about the car. Actually that is a special issue too, they do things differently in America. But, gas is gas.
But fueling up the body? There is an infinite variety of choices.
There’s the “I don’t really feel like stopping” kind of meals. There’s the “Man, I need a break from driving” meals. There’s the “Gimme an espresso and let me loose” kinda meals. )It’s those times that my radar detector comes in handy.)
Sometimes, the miles are going great…the wind feels right in your hair, driving is a joy, the road is great…and you just want to drive. It’s those times, when you just want to keep on trucking…eating and driving..they just kinda go together.
I have to admit that I stopped at McDonalds the other day. I haven’t eaten fast food in a really long time, and I can’t remember the last time I ate at Mickey D’s.
But man, I needed some grease. And McDonalds seemed to be the perfect solution.
I drove up to the menu at the drive through, and was most surprised to see all these…why…healthy items on the menu. Low fat selections….salads even, for crying out loud. WTF was that all about? Good Lord…times have changed.
But , if I was gonna walk on the dark side of fast food, then I was gonna go for the grease.
I ordered the kid’s cheeseburger meal, baby steps as it were. I ripped into that cheeseburger like a woman possessed. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t half bad either. Strangely satisfying. Funky American cheese,.different than Canada…more petroleum based…but even that had it’s charms..I mean, a greasefest is a greasefest.
But, oh my, I have to admit, the French fries were freaking fabulous!
I don’t know how they do it, but they were SO good. I snarfed them down like I had never had a fry in my life, and I would never see one again.
Hot. Crispy. Really Really Salty. Bits of salt sticking to the grease on my fingers. Just as good when I licked it off my fingers than it was on the fries…maybe better.
It’s almost embarrassing to admit how fine them fries was.
I’m thinking fine french fries and other food fare might be fabulous fodder for future posts.
I’m writing this at the IHOP .
They’ve set down a big pot of coffee, and all the pancakes I can eat.
I’m gonna explode.
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