I just had french fries for the first time in close to two months. As PMS starts to rule my world, and I start to bloat anyway, the cravings come. Most of the time my potato cravings can be conquered by a baked potato, but today, that just would not do. So the before-lunch debate began: who’s french fry would reign supreme in my day?
First of all, let me say that Burger King is out. The only thing I can stomach there are the prepackaged pies and egg & cheese (no meat) croissanwichs. I used to drive through there on the way to work in the morning to get a large sweet tea, but since I moved I don’t even do that. And I made the mistake of trying that disgusting steak house burger a bit back. That kind of sealed BK’s fate for me for a long time. And Sonic, as much as I absolutely adore your drinks, and dig on the coneys when I’m in a sado-masochistic mood, your fries rank up there with BK’s on the scale of toleration. And I’m not a tot person, not that a tater tot would do today anyway.
My options were narrowed to the classic McD’s, the lesser-known-to-those-outside-the-south Whataburger, Wendy’s, and Jucy Burger’s. For those of you unfamiliar, Jucy Burger is a local place that I have ridiculed for the ridiculous spelling of the name. They’re an East Texas place, with one location as far west as Mesquite. The burgers are good, but it’s the fries that rock. Fresh cut, deep fried, dirty brown, greasy, non-crispy, and freaking incredible when you’re craving carbs & grease.
Which brought up another debate – fry format. Skinny, or chubby? When the boss used to head to Jucy’s he would bring me back the chubby greasy delights. Before trying to eat healthier, I would go out of my way for a Baconator & fries from Wendy’s, because the wide ones rule. But today, it seemed, I was narrow-minded (get it?).
McD’s or Whataburger…If I were to choose McD’s, I could get some deep fried McNuggets to accompany my craving, and a sweet tea. The sweet tea was the deciding factor, but not to send me to McD. You see, there’s one particular Whataburger here in town, attached to a large convenience store, that has a slightly longer, larger, harder version of Sonic’s rabbit pellet ice. So I drove through Whataburger, waited forever for my booty, and almost finished my fries by the time I got back to the office. I even ended up tossing half a Whataburger because I was so ridiculously full, and the burger wasn’t my focus anyway.
So to the french fry gods, I thank you. You have been very good to me today.
