There's a part of me that wants to hate it. It wants to point its finger at the saturated fat and the influenza-ed playplace. It wants to shake its head at the onions on the cheeseburger ordered without onions.
But it doesn't point. And it doesn't shake.
Because of my most recent experience.
First, I read this great article: 10 Secret Menu Items at Fast Food Restaurants. I tried my first secret order at In-N-Out Burger while in California on vacation. I ordered my burger "Animal Style" which made me slap my knee. Too yummy.
Next up was the Neopolitan Shake from McDonald's. It's just what you're dreaming of. A layer of chocolate, a layer of strawberry, topped with a layer of strawberry. This milkshake made me want to birth babies so they could experience the overwhelming sense of gladness brought about by this concoction.
You too can feel glad.
But there's still that part of me wanting to judge McDonald's.
Perhaps it's because of this:
There's so much wrong.
Can you find all the wrongness?