My neighbor has started taking my grandmother to McDonald’s, if not on a daily basis then at least four or five times a week.
To be frank I’m a little surprised that my grandmother goes. McDonald’s… well, it’s never been her kind of restaurant.
My grandmother’s McDonald’s is an interesting place. This is typical–“I had the best hamburger there I’ve ever had. They use the leanest ground beef. They make the hamburger the way you want it. And it’s so thick.” The words “best,” “leanest,” “thick,” and “the way you want it” aren’t words I’ve ever associated with McDonald’s. In her mind, though, that’s McDonald’s.
Now, if you want “best” and “thick” and “the way you want it” try Five Guys Burgers and Fries. That is a hamburger to die for. And it will probably harden your arteries, too. But it’s so good…. 🙂
McDonald’s, though? I’m glad my grandmother likes going. I’m glad she thinks they’re high quality. Even though they’re anything but.