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Fabulous Food

With all the traveling I’ve been doing, I’ve gotten accustomed to eating fast food. On my way to Fremont last week, I was so excited to stop by In-N-Out that I took a picture with the moon shining from behind.

Here are my top fast food restaurants and my favorite menu items.

1. In-N-Out. I swear I’m going to hire an In-N-Out truck to cater my wedding should some guy be so inclined to slip a big fat diamond on my skinny ring finger. People have made fun of my E.T. looking hands because they’re long and skinny, rather alien-like. Anyhow, In-N-Out is fast food at its finest. It’s clean. The teen-aged employees look happy. Animal-style cheeseburger, fries, and a diet coke. Gourmet!

2. McDonalds. I have fond memories of McDonalds. My mom used to take me and my sister to McDonalds once a week. She’d order two hamburgers and fries. We’d eat a few bites, then declare, “I’m full!” And she’d finish the rest. We used to have McDonalds cups and trays. They were my favorite. I always picked the McDonalds dishware to eat and drink out of. Remember the cast of characters? Hamburglar and Captain Crook? I LOVE MCDONALDS. Even the documentary Super Size Me didn’t stop me from going. Filet-o-Fish, fries, diet coke, and apple pie. Fabulous!

3. Jack-in-the-Box. Who doesn’t love Jack-in-the-Box? Everyone’s got their favorite meal that they want me to try…but I don’t. I am loyal to chicken strips, oreo cookie shake, and curly fries. When I came back from my trip to Asia, I went straight to the Jack-in-the-Box on Geary. The one with the after-hours window. The one where the homeless people hang out right next to the window and ask for spare change while you’re paying. “No, sorry,” I mutter as I wave my credit card in front of them (see, no spare change) and hand it to the cashier who’s safely behind the bullet-proof glass. I risk my safety for tasty, calorie-filled, fast-cooked meals.

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