New Heights in Junkfood:
In highschool, a greasy McDonald’s Double Cheeseburger represented the epitome of junkfood for me, then a ravenous 85kg (190lb) eating machine. Before those of you who aren’t Mickey Dee fans *cough* Kristen *cough* bite my head off, I need to set the scene.
In a developing, and poverty-stricken country - fresh out from under the fist of a Communist Tyrant to boot - health codes were not a priority. Standards of hygiene in the food-service industry here were lacking, overlooked, and just downright ignored. Conditions in the kitchens of most restaurants here were atrocious, ghastly, horrific in fact. McDonald’s International standard was frequently the expat’s only refuge.
Although it’s not on their website yet, I went through the McDrive the other day, and noticed that McDonald’s Romania has raised the bar for junkfood. There’s now a Triple Cheeseburger - 50% junkier!!! Pictures when I get ‘em.
In other news, I can indeed confirm that:
tired + food = sleep
At least that’s what my first-hand experience can be described as for the last 3 lunches in a row.
