New McDonald's
Today I treated myself to a massage. Not because of the painting, necessarily, but because I hope that getting knots out of my calf muscles will help my feet calm down so I can run. It was pure heaven. It’s painful when she puts pressure on all the little knots along my shins, but the overall effect is wonderful.
Then pet store, paint store, grocery store, then a chatty visit to Hillary, former owner of the house. I snuck in a quick lunch at McDonald’s. Which is your only choice for a quick lunch (waiters/waitresses emphasise the “wait” part of their title). I was also curious, as I’d read good things about the environmental cred of the new CEO. Sure enough, the liner on my tray told me:
“We recycle our used cooking oil into biofuel for our lorries.”
“Most of our restaurants use 100% renewable energy.”
“All our coffee is made from Rainforest Alliance Arabica beans.”
“All our fires are made from whole British potatoes.”
“We only use whole cuts of 100% British and Irish beef in our burgers.”
“Every McMuffin contains a freshly cracked free-range egg.”
In addition, my veggie burger carton was a thin cardboard, as was my soda cup--no styrofoam. And I had a “shaker salad” instead of fries--a salad in a cup that you poured dressing into. My only complaint was I couldn’t go to a counter to order. You go to a touch screen, punch in what you want, including what zone you want to sit in, then a friendly lady brings you your meal. The first time I tried the screen, I couldn’t figure it out. I had the same problem at Wawa--I couldn’t figure out which category the veggie sandwich was in. As is often the case, once I mastered the navigation, I liked it better than the board up high behind the counter--which at my advanced age I have trouble reading. I don’t think I would have discovered the shaker salad had I not seen
all the mix-and-match options available in my meal deal.
So, fast food without the guilt. Or, with less guilt. Really, the world should eat a small percentage of the meat it currently consumes. Not sure McDonald’s can moooove that needle. Ha! Cracking myself up.
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