So with Nicole out of town, I decided to give in to my cravings and find some greasy food. We're usually relatively health-conscious and try to limit ourselves to one "outside" meal a week, usually pre- or post- weekend movie trip, but while the cat's away ...
So I ended up going to Wendy's, because it's only about a five minute drive from the apartment. I toyed with the idea of going to Five Guys in Madison, but the weather was crummy and I didn't want to drive all the way out there to either:
1. Sit by myself and rush through a giant burger and (way too many) fries just so I could get back home to listen to the Bruins game on-line, or
2. Drive there, get the burger, bring it home, and "enjoy" everything semi-cold instead.
I got the classic double, small sized, and something was off with the fries. They were really soft and kinda gross, not crisp the way they should be. And I just didn't enjoy the burger, for whatever reason. When Nicole called to say goodnight, I told her about the experience and I think she nailed it: we're so used to eating "good" fast food at this point (like Chipotle) that we've lost our taste for the burger chains. I love a good cheeseburger, but I've become too picky.
For $8, I could have gone to Costco and gotten an entire rotisserie chicken *and* had $3 left over for ... I don't know. Donuts or something.
Plus the Bruins lost anyway, and my feet got soaked through my sneakers while taking Fritz out for a walk out on the wet grass.
I also realized that I could have just driven downtown (or whatever that area is in regard to Morristown - using the word "downtown" is a bit of brave optimism, I think) to get some fantastic empanadas at Raoul's instead.
Total fail.
Oh, well.
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