If there's one thing that sickness has taught me, it's that when the chips are down, I'll turn to some comforting fast food as a last-gasp attempt at regaining health (very counterintuitive, right?). I spent most of last week battling a miserable stomach virus, and by Saturday I was still sick, exhausted, and really, really hungry. So naturally I dragged myself out to the car and drove to the closest Wendy's, where I got a cheeseburger, fries, and (most critically) an orange soda. This closely mirrored a similar stomach virus incident from a couple winters ago, when, after several days of sickness, I dragged myself out to the car, defrosted it, went to Dunkin Donuts, and used most of the change in the ashtray to buy an egg and cheese croissant. Although Saturday's Wendy's meal and my stomach decided to, well, "part company" after less than an hour, the morale boost of eating some greasy fast food must have done something positive, because by Sunday I was on the mend. I wonder what Morgan Spurlock would have to say about that.
Speaking of greasy fast food, next weekend I'm going to try to make my first visit to a Cici's Pizza Buffet, which has spent the past several years tempting the northeast with promises of all-you-can-eat pizza, salad, and pasta for "an incredibly low price" while having no restaurants open in the immediate area (apparently they follow the Sonic Drive-In method of advertising). I'll let you know how it goes!