Bovine muse
As most of you know, I love to eat. LOVE TO EAT. And in addition to fanciful, delicate foods, I love my trash food. The fried chicken, the french fries, anything that is ordered and prepared in under ten minutes falls into this category.
I saw "Super-size Me" and skimmed "Fast Food Nation," they just made me want to eat fast food more.
Last weekend I had the pleasure of dining at McDonalds. I’ve ordered the same thing from them for as long as I can remember: Big Mac (ketchup only, no cheese) and large fries. I then put the fries next to the patty and close up the bun. It’s delicious, and apparentely an East Coast way of eating a burger - although everyone from the East Coat who has seen me do this looks at me like I’ve just tried to sell them a TV.
After paying just over $5 for this feast (including a Diet Coke!) I ascended the steps to my apartment and assumed a familiar position over my coffee table. From then to clean-up, the process lasts less than fifteen minutes.
Re: the digustingness of this kind of eating - Ali Faranakian once said that if someone tried to offer you a burger like a Big Mac at a barbecue you’d punch him in the mouth. Yet we fork over cash willingly for food that is barely classified as such - and drink sodas that cost more than gasoline (for now, at least).
I have eaten at the elite spots around the country. I have tried holes-in-the-wall that deserevd Michelin stars. A couple of weeks ago at Moto, was one of the most spectacular meals I’ve eaten - and it cost more I would mention without a lot of prodding (and quid pro quo).
So on this 26th day of January, here are words to express how I feel about such a wonderful eating experience. Please enjoy this three haiku series.
PART 1: ANTICIPATION OF TASTE
Shoes on both feet now
Approach Hispanic sentry
Her eyes wreak of fear
PART 2: To Be Born
We have transacted
Consumed, we die together
Bag in hand, I run
PART 3: When Fires Ignite
Upstairs my sweet go
Approach lips and beg for quick
Start means end too soon
—end—
