McDonald's
I haven't been to the golden arches in about a year maybe 2. Not really a fan but it used to be that every now and then I would get the taste for a big Mac and fries. Particularly after a night of drinking. Which was the case this weekend. Actually two nights after drinking I still couldn't shake that blah feeling that booze sometimes leaves with you. Thing is this was two days later. I had a great night out on Friday(thanks JKS and Dana), time got away from me and next thing you know its Saturday 12:30 in the afternoon and I have a wicked head ache and a stomach ache to match. Throwing caution to the wind I head out, beautiful day and was determined not to waste it. I go to the upper west side to run some errands. I have a pretty good day feeling very Marlowe Thomas (That Girl), do what I need to do, with a casual purpose that I try to portray when hungover.
I head downtown, meet a friend for dinner and drinks(wait, maybe that's why it was a 2 day hangover, the drinks I had with her?).On Sunday I felt like total crap.
Again another beautiful day even better than Saturday, I head out again, but this time no plans. I walking through Park Slope, I start to get really queasy (maybe I wasn't hungover at all maybe it was just being in Park Slope) just when I'm about to throw in the towel and head home, I see the golden arches. I figure what the hell, and I head in.
Waiting on line, behind a girl on 2 cell phones at the same time I look up at the menu board. When did McDonald's get so expensive. I settle on the Big Mac value meal for $6.50 cents!I sit down next to the old man nursing his cup of coffee, the same guy that is in every McDonald's I bet, and take in the surroundings while I take in the atmosphere. Kids happy as hell with there happy meals. The teen age girls behind me talking comparing their ultra sound pictures, of their soon to be children, the group of guys talking about the kick ass party last night, until that "punk ass bitch shot off his piece and the cops came". But I was all about my Big Mac fries and Dr Pepper.
But boy did it hit the spot, it cured my two day bender ills. I was having my Mary Tyler Moore Show moment right there in Cobble Hill. I actually ran into a friend from Chicago walking her dog, stopped and played with the dog, gave money to a beggar, stopped to watch people play hand ball, smiled while kids bought ice cream from the Mr. Softy ice cream truck. If there were flowers growing, I would have picked them and given the bunch to the old Russian ladies I smiled at as a passed on the street. Ah the magic of fried food. Looks like "I'm going to make it after all" that vodka drinking anyway.
I head downtown, meet a friend for dinner and drinks(wait, maybe that's why it was a 2 day hangover, the drinks I had with her?).On Sunday I felt like total crap.
Again another beautiful day even better than Saturday, I head out again, but this time no plans. I walking through Park Slope, I start to get really queasy (maybe I wasn't hungover at all maybe it was just being in Park Slope) just when I'm about to throw in the towel and head home, I see the golden arches. I figure what the hell, and I head in.
Waiting on line, behind a girl on 2 cell phones at the same time I look up at the menu board. When did McDonald's get so expensive. I settle on the Big Mac value meal for $6.50 cents!I sit down next to the old man nursing his cup of coffee, the same guy that is in every McDonald's I bet, and take in the surroundings while I take in the atmosphere. Kids happy as hell with there happy meals. The teen age girls behind me talking comparing their ultra sound pictures, of their soon to be children, the group of guys talking about the kick ass party last night, until that "punk ass bitch shot off his piece and the cops came". But I was all about my Big Mac fries and Dr Pepper.
But boy did it hit the spot, it cured my two day bender ills. I was having my Mary Tyler Moore Show moment right there in Cobble Hill. I actually ran into a friend from Chicago walking her dog, stopped and played with the dog, gave money to a beggar, stopped to watch people play hand ball, smiled while kids bought ice cream from the Mr. Softy ice cream truck. If there were flowers growing, I would have picked them and given the bunch to the old Russian ladies I smiled at as a passed on the street. Ah the magic of fried food. Looks like "I'm going to make it after all" that vodka drinking anyway.
posted by Michael at 10:23 PM
2 Comments:
I used to love crispy chicken but I'm so grossed out by McDonald's business practices that I don't eat there anymore... unless I'm on a roadtrip, then I leave all my ideals behind in the city ;-)
ha ha... i think the last time i ate at mcd's was after you and i got drunk with adrian a couple of years ago. that was probably the best quarter pounder with cheese i ever had too. i have road trip/trip home rule too... ah, ohio, will you ever have better choices than mcd's and olive garden?
Post a Comment
<< Home