Chicago’s newest manufactured landmark has opened featuring 60-foot golden arches to light the way for all penitent fatties to find their way to this house of gluttonous worship.
To celebrate, Ron and I ate at McDonald’s last night on Clark near Diversey. He made sure we were in front of a window poster that blocker passersby from seeing us stuffing our faces with lard-laden lickings. We’re probably the only people to ever read the nutritional information for the food – while eating it.
Your weekend reading:
The McDonaldization of Society. The best book I ever read in Sociology class.
Fast Food Nation. You won’t believe what’s in the meat.
And of course a viewing of Super Size Me.