Last March I wrote a lengthy post about different experiences at three different McDonald’s, two in different parts of South Carolina, one somewhere in the wilderness that blurs between Georgia and Florida. According to my budgeting software, the last time I purchased anything from McDonald’s was 17 March 2024, which is shortly before I wrote this post on 20 March 2024.
I like McDonald’s. I do not like what it has become—overpriced, low-quality fast food. The classical trade-off of fast food generally, and McDonald’s particularly, is that, in exchange for low-quality food, you get high consistency and low cost. Now the experience is expensive, inconsistent, and inconvenient.
In other words, it’s not worth it. I’ve always seen McDonald’s as “travel food”—the kind of cheap crap you shovel into your face on a long road trip because it’s quick, hot, and fairly delicious—not as everyday fare, but there are so many superior options. Taco Bell is a vastly more affordable fast food experience, and the food is better—and, I’ll risk claiming it, marginally better for you. I’m not saying Taco Bell is healthy, but a bean burrito is filling and cheap, and way less life-ruining than a Big Mac.
That said, I’m hankering for a Shamrock Shake. ‘Tis the season. If I head back to a McDonald’s anytime soon, I’ll be sure to give a full report on the weird, alien world I encounter.
With that, here is 20 March 2024’s “McDonald’s: A Vision of Our Dystopian Future“:
