Every once in a while, I get this inexplicable craving for McDonald’s. The thing that stops me is the memory of the acute physical reaction that I get about five minutes after eating it, which is a lovely combination of nausea and feeling like my stomach is full of golf balls.
I usually crave very specific things at McDonald’s. Sometimes it’s the pickles on the cheesburger, sometimes it’s a hot fudge sundae (my God, do you know what they add to the ice cream to make it soft serve?) and more often than not, it’s a Filet-O-Fish. Most people think that’s weird, but it’s what my parents got me when I was a kid, and that branding experiment sure worked on me.
Thankfully, the craving usually passes and I can be rational about the whole thing.
I’ve also really been craving an A&W Teen Burger lately. That can probably be remedied by a trip to Vera’s Burger Shack.