Showing posts with label Fast Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fast Food. Show all posts
Monday, May 27, 2013
Bathroom Monologue: Sweet Potato Revolution
Sweet potato soup, sweet potato casserole and sweet potato pie. You can get everything sweet potatoes make at the festival, the fourth annum of the revolution. Sweet potato toast in the morning, and sweet potato shakes for the health-conscious. There are sweet potato fries served hot from dawn to dusk, though some sweet potatoes dislike that they're fried in mammal fat. Others decry that as a bit of a hypocrisy and against the spirit of the festival. Most sweet potatoes savor the flavor, and they experiment in realms culinary with their livestock. It's said to be like what Thanksgiving was for humans, though since the revolution it's sweet potatoes that eat humans, and in so many ways.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Dig In, Redux
“I am so tired of that apt criticism. Yes, this Applebee’s is like all
of the others. The hamburger is prepared the same way with the same
patented and publicly disclosed secret sauce. The calorie content of
every platter is the same in Texas and Maine. The employees here wash
their hands as often as they do in Alaska – if there is an Applebee’s in
Alaska. From Seattle, Washington to Washington, D.C., we’re all
mandated to have crazy crap on the walls, so that while each array is
unique, they all feel the same. The building feels almost identical to
Chili’s, which feels almost identical to Friendly’s. And for some reason
you feel the right to condemn us, as though homogeneity was our
problem. The problem lies in a society so twisted and uncomforting that
when people don’t want to cook for themselves, when they decide they
want a night away from their homes and normal lives, they go to a
franchise that they’re sure will be just like every other one they’ve
ever visited. How mean-spirited, how rude and insensitive, how
untrustworthy must the rest of the world be if you look to letting
strangers serve you food for familiarity? With all the delicacies and
rare cuisines available, dinner is where you come not to be challenged?
Then you must come from a sick world. But if my chicken tenders will
heal you, then let me lay my hands on your plastic. We take Discover.”
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