Welcome Back, Klotter.

After more than a year, I have returned to the world of fast food. But really, I'm a victim of circumstance. Easter: Nothing Open. Wife's on call: It's annoying to cook for one. Sunday: uh...I'm lazy. So off I go to McDonald's for dinner. Sacrificing personal goals for laziness...that's what I do.

To start off, I should say that I left the world of fast food for two reasons; High cholesterol and Fast Food Nation. Before reading the book, I knew what I was getting into. I still ate faster food, but I was going to swear off the Uberfasts for good.

Good thing I did.

As I drove around looking for a Wendy's, which I think most people would agree with me, "feels healthier", I found that Easter means everything is closed. Everything. But then, on the horizon, McDonald's. It's golden arches glowing in an otherwise abandoned strip mall. I ordered my childhood standard: Quarter Pounder with Cheese, 6 Pc. McNugget, medium fries and a fountain coke. Oh how I miss that fountain coke. It has been a long time because apparently they don't manually get your drink anymore. Another job lost to a robot.

The aroma wafting from the bag in the passenger seat was succulent. Deep fat fried chicken, likewise potatoes and ketchup, it was awe inspiring. Until 15 minutes later when the smell began to stale in the car, and it just started smelling like oil.

Not quite what the picture advertised, but close. The hamburger was cold, the bun hard, and the pickle count embarrassing. Interesting to note (for me anyway, not you seasoned Mac's) is the change in the standard McNugget. You no longer have to discriminate the order of your McNugget consumption because all McNugget's are white meat, regardless of their punched out shape. And the fries, which have been argued to be the best fast food fries, were adequate at best. According to Josh this particular McDonald's sucks.

Fifteen minutes, and a transparent GI system later, I've completed the deed. I must admit, I feel naughty. I don't think McDonald's has won me over, and a day later I still want to barf, but I may have to do more research. I've danced with the McDevil, and I'm lovin it.

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