A map showing McDonald's locations across the Contiguous 48. As you can see, they're everywhere, so much so that the small gaps jump out in contrast. National Parks, barren wastelands, roadless stretches of nature. For now - just you wait, Adirondack Park! Mickey D's will find you, eventually.
Now, like most everyone, I used to go to McDonald's all the time. As a kid it was a huuuuge treat. Not only for the burgers, fries and shakes, but oh yes, the once awesome Happy Meals:
Mint condition - part of some huge Trek nerd's collectible hoard. Marvel at the detail, the quality craftsmanship. I've seen today's Happy Meals, and like most everything else in our society, they've been cheapened and dumbed down. Profit margins, dawg.
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A Saturday morning McDonald's stop was considered a major treat for me growing up. The other day I noticed that there is a McDonald's about two blocks from my house, just as there was a McDonald's two blocks from my last house, and how I'd managed to just block out their existence except for an occasional reaction to the smell, but that my daughter might one day consider going down there to be a major treat.
Keep her away. She'll find the place eventually on her own, I'm sure.
I posit with no facts that McDonalds used to be marginally healthier back in the day. Lots more chemicals/hormones/artificial sweeteners today.
As for Saturday treats, yes! I still fondly remember the pancake platter that came in a large styrofoam serving package.
West Virginia is the east coast black hole. Stay the fuck out, McDonald's.
West Virginia is the east coast black hole. Stay the fuck out, McDonald's.
You drive across America these days and the only thing that really changes is the climate and the landscape.
So true. The homogenization of America is complete. Next: The World!
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