On The Go

Something that I sometimes do is to grab something something to eat while I am on my way someplace. I guess most people do, this being a society that has consistently trimmed time away from conventional meals eaten in the home. Anyway, I'll stop off at a fast food place and pick up a few items from the "value menu" and eat them as I walk the rest of the way to my destination. This sometimes works out nicely and sometimes does not.

I like what they have at Jack In The Box all right. There I'll go for a chicken sandwich, a burger and a couple of tacos. They're lethal, of course, but hot and filling. The sandwiches are the easiest thing to eat while moving. The tacos are tougher, I think because you have to tilt your head to bite them. You can bite the sandwiches while facing forward and watching where you are going. Also, the sandwiches hold together better.

Crushed

I remain no more able to persuade people to take my point of view than I have ever been. I don't know how that is the case. I wish I would have taken speech and debate in school. I do Toastmasters, but there's no debate in that, and I have never been any good at debating. My most strenuous arguments are no more effective than tires spinning in gravel, and my best hope is that someone more adept takes up my cause. Given the uniqueness of my thinking, that is rare.

While watching football with friends, a commercial came on extolling the virtues of Subway's breakfast menu. Incredulously, and not for the first time, I wondered aloud who could possibly wish to eat breakfast at a sub sandwich restaurant. In a matter of seconds, I found that the entirety of the room, amounting to five people, stood shoulder to shoulder against my way of thinking. They were all entirely glad to eat the breakfast food there.

Eat Cheap

It's a funny thing that I've noticed, and I may have commented on this in the past. If you take an arbitrary trinket of some kind which is worth little or nothing, it may sell well or not. If you take that same thing, and it is in fact popular to begin with, it will go from being that to provoking utter bedlam. What ordinarily costs four dollars and draws a handful of people to the business will suddenly have people lining up around the block.

This was not exactly the case the other night when my friends and I indulged ourselves in some food from a Chinese food chain. They were giving away something if you had the coupon. I think there was a slight uptick in business, but not much. This was the case where we went and when we went, which was our neighborhood location nearly at closing. That may have led to the anecdotal report of few people showing up for the free item.

Bad Meals, Fast On The Heels

I've been eating terribly lately. Though I try somewhat harder these days, my regular diet is bad enough as it is. I eat hash browns and coffee for breakfast, cold cut sandwiches for lunch, and until lately have been eating rice in tomato sauce and hot sauce for dinner. Recently I have been eating various canned foods for dinner, ravioli and chili being among them. I know those aren't good things, and what I've been supplementing them with over the last few days hasn't helped.

It's all dependent on circumstances. Friday, there was an improv show. After the show, a number of us went out for hamburgers. I indulged myself. It's all right to do that now and again. You just can't go crazy, as more and more Americans do. One burger, fries and soda such as I had that night ought to hold you for weeks, and maybe months. Each one brings you a little bit closer to death, and they do nothing good for you except for the taste.

Chicken Madness

I never have gotten the big deal about Chick-Fil-A. Growing up, it was just another place at the mall- one that I didn't have any undue enthusiasm for patronizing. To this day, I grant that it's perfectly good food, although their attitude on social issues leaves what you might call a bad taste in my mouth. As it turns out, I had hardly scratched the surface on reasons to dislike the place. I don't seek the place out, but my friends all love it, so I wind up there now and again, as I did the other night.

The location in question has only outdoor seating. It's a fairly new location that sits on a sizable parcel of land, and it's practically a money-printing machine. Why it's all outdoors is beyond me. Also a mystery is the presence of an apparently armed security guard. I have to assume that what he has is some kind of non-lethal device, but he's got some kind of tactical belt and gun-shaped device in a holster. You'd assume that there's good cause.

The Food I Want

Yesterday I managed to do something that I hadn't done in far too long. In spite of my best intentions I hadn't managed to do it. I felt like I would have sooner if I had felt any support from those around me, if they had shown any interested in doing it alongside me, but that's not much of an excuse. What I want to do, I should be able to do readily even if I stand alone. Still, I hadn't done it, and that is entirely on me. I accept it.

There's no need for recrimination any longer, for I have done it: I have eaten Chinese food. I don't know what it is, but the people I know here in Los Angeles have little appetite for the cuisine of China. They like Japanese food, they like Thai food and they like Korean food (sometimes fused with always-popular Mexican food), but they just do not have any enthusiasm for Chinese food, which I have always myself loved.

Nausea/Fast Food

Fast food makes two promises- Firstly, that it will be ready for consumption fast. Secondly, that it is food. Often, a fast food establishment fails to keep one or the other. All too often, they fail on both scores.

A particular burger chain fails me on a regular basis. Each burger is a fresh reminder of the vow I made to myself never to eat there again. Why do I return? It's just a few steps from my door, and is open all night on weekends.