One of these things is not like the other.
In stark contrast with last night’s fabulous SoBo exerience, today we got pulled in by McDonald’s highway tractor beam. Partly because the first thing W said when he woke up this morning was “hamburger?” and then continued to ask for one every hour until 6pm, when we finally gave in. In Hope, there aren’t many non-fast-food hamburger options, particularly with dog in tow, so used the fact that we were on a road trip as reason enough to hit McDonald’s.
Is that enough justification? I feel like I’m in cofession. Forgive me readers, for I have sinned… it has been 184 days since my last confession. We did have sufficiently healthy snacks on board for the rest of the trip – dried fruit, nuts, granola and Mandarin oranges. But at some point you just want to eat something that can’t be classified as snack food.
So I tried the new Angus burger, and at the risk of complimenting McDonald’s, they were actually pretty good. They tasted like real beef, with lots of leafy lettuce and purple onion and slices of tomato that were actually red and tasted like tomato (unlike the anaemic slices of yellow-green tomato accessorizing the burgers we had for lunch at the Wickaninnish restaurant the other day – mine was a portobello mushroom, Mike’s was salmon, and others had regular burgers – I can unfortunately say without a doubt that the McDonald’s burgers were better than those at the Wick). It was like they weren’t even in from the same restaurant, taste-wise, as Big Macs and Quarter Pounders, and astoundingly even looked like the picture on the menu board.