Fast Food: Part 1

Yesterday afternoon, I got to indulge in that rarest & most beautiful experience in fast food: eating the perfect burger. Now, I have never eaten burgers because they look pretty. I eat them because of their grilly bovine goodness. But if you are ever lucky enough in your life to bask in the fleeting glory that is the perfectly proportioned cowmeat-sandwich, linger in that moment for just few seconds and allow the enormity of the event to wash over you like a tub of warm mayonnaise.

When I first took my Sonic burger out of the white paper sack, I remember thinking, "Hmm, this steaming, silvery cadeau looks awfully full to be a Sonic cheeseburger..." But sure enough, when I peeled back the foil, I was met with two fluffy, golden and uncompromised buns gently cradling the most delicate balance of meat, cheese and veggies I have ever seen. The perfect amount of mustard had been applied in one thin layer across the surface of the bun. No stray globs waiting to explode like yellow landmines about five bites in. The lettuce was crisp, even cool, and the tomatoes were firm & flavorful.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I realized that the pickles had been strategically distributed around the entire bun, not just one or two soggy disks folded over and piled up in the center. I could even bite through them without pulling their tattered halves out of the bun and onto my pants. And let's face it...life is about not soiling your pants.

This was the kind of fast food experience I live for. It was as if the world became a warm, sunny, blur around me as I paced myself through every joyful bite. And I washed it all down with a large, lime slush. Mmmmmmm.....slusssssssssh.