Well, here it is:
I took that photo back in late September. After only a month in China, I crumbled, weak man that I am, and had to move swiftly in the direction of the nearest Mickey D's. It was mid-way through this meal, cold slab of McMeat in hand, that greasy-sponge feeling in your stomach growing until it feels like you've been impregnated by something from Alien, that I sat there and thought: remember how this feels; remember how this tastes; and maybe next time you crave Western food, you'll go somewhere the actually serves food.
Ugh. I managed to stay away from McDonald's for a long time after that. I think I've caved and eaten there a total of four times in the past year. Which might not sound too impressive, but hey, this is China, and there is only so much meat-slop piled upon rice-slop that a man can take. So I was feeling pretty good at avoiding the golden arches for a while. Then I read Fast Food Nation and and saw Super Size Me and read about the McLibel trial and realized I never want to eat there or support that monstrosity of a corporation ever again.
What makes this photo all the more "impressive" is the barely-read copy of Ulysses. I think I am still on the same page.
And yes, I realize the hypocrisy of trash talking McDonald's while at the same time lusting after an In-N-Out Burger. Sue me.
PS: I love hyperlinks.
