Castle Fryskull is a legendary/mythical location situated in a barren McDonaldland. It serves as home to Ronald McDonald and to the mysterious and rarely-seen Hamburglar, as well as a place of refuge for the Happy Meal Gang and the McNugget Buddies. Its origins are unknown except for the fact that it was constructed to protect an unspecified source of power from those who would misuse it. It is a frequent target for the forces of evil.
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A map of the contiguous United States visualized by distance to nearest McDonald’s, tipped off from Fancy Fast Food.
I plan to dip something decidedly unpleasant in an enticing chocolate coating and wrap it carefully in McDonald’s paper. Nothing dangerous, but something that a two-and-a-half-year-old will find “yucky!” – even upsetting – in the extreme. Maybe a sponge soaked with vinegar. A tuft of hair. A Barbie head. I will then place it inside the familiar cardboard box and leave it somewhere for my daughter to find. I might even warn her: “If you see any of that nasty McDonald’s, make sure you don’t eat it!” I’ll say, before leaving her to it. An early, traumatic, Ronald-related experience can only be good for her.
My war on fast food | Anthony Bourdain | Life and style | The Guardian
A rambling, occasionally offensive extract that proclaims at the end that it is “edited” (to which I respond: Not well) from “Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine To The World of Food And The People Who Cook” by Anthony Bourdain. But it did make me laugh at points, and have some salient critiques at points.
There is also much discussion of cocaine. And Jamie Oliver. And PETA. And when will people who want to sound edgy and transgressive STOP using “tranny hookers” as a phrase that means worse-than-average-prostitute?
Let’s just hope they don’t allow people to bring their pets to China’s Hamburger University…if you know what I mean.
Haha! Get it? Because Chinese people will eat your pet. An anonymous racist comment on EaterLA’s post about the opening of “McDonald’s University” in Shanghai. The school teaches management.
I’m just going to assume this wasn’t a crazed Lent-participant that sacrificed red meat and kept red wine, but… you never know. It could have been a late night viewing of Super Size Me…