Highway food

Highway Food, as opposed to road food, which accesses the heartland of America through the gut, highway food is the cheap, fast meal that represents all things foul in this country...

Fat
Salt
Fake
Artificial
Packaged
Marketed
Addictive
Repulsive

That said, after being forced to sit in the UFO-shaped McDonalds Playland in Roswell, NM, my memories of a Big Mac overwhelmed my better judgment, so I found myself squeezed between obese and harried parents, all loading their kids up on fast-food crack, aka Happy Meals.

Did I order said Big Mac? Check.
Did I consume said Big Mac? Check.

Though the flavor did flood my senses with nostalgia (really, nothing can truly replicate "Secret Sauce" or that McDonalds bun flavor...thank god for Monsanto, bringing the world exciting and chemically novel flavors every day! ) I did not enjoy it as much as I had expected. Maybe it was the deep-seated fear of Mad Cow disease, or just your standard E.coli, but the overall enjoyment fell flat.

Immediately after, my stomach felt full, yet was oddly craving more, and an hour later, I was genuinely hungry again. WEIRD.

Ok, experiment over. After 20 years McDonalds-free, my logic failed me in a moment of utter weakness. I will NEVER eat another McDonalds hamburger again, if only to avoid the repulsive parents contributing to our country's obesity epidemic.