Great minds must think alike. I tried to add, “McDonald’s or other McDonald’s”, but missed the 5 minute window.
But, you got it in and I give you full credit! I’ll treat you to a cat-head biscuit. I learned to make them myself many years ago from a girlfriend who was more “southern” than Daisy Mae Duke, and just as cute. That girl could bake biscuits and every other type of Down South cookin’ item, like nobody’s business. If I’d married her I’d be happy, but fat (well…fatter).
Ate there once 10 years ago, not paying attention to the price; I was tired and just wanted a quick bite to eat. When the cashier rang it up, I thought it was a mistake because the dollar amount was two digits rather than one like any other food place.
With my anticipated first bite, it reminded me of the the same rich flavor you taste when you bite into an old stalk of wilted celery.
I was literally just thinking about this yesterday.
I never used to eat at BM, but have about 3 times this year (prior to that was maybe 20 years ago).
The bringing out of the food, busboy and no napkins also make me scratch my head. If I’m paying immediately after ordering and the food is ready by the time I put my wallet away, then why the hell does some dude have to follow me to my table with said food?
As to the food, it’s weird how I will crave hot food, especially chicken and sides, and the 3 times I have gone to BM have left me utterly underwhelmed.
Oh, and eating a hot chicken carcass with a plastic fork is the epitome of futile.