Every Friday, I go out to lunch with some friends from my old job. Our usual haunts are Quizno's, El Pollo Loco and Taco Hell (I know...we're high class), with Chipotle making an occasional appearance for special occasions, since it's a bit of a drive. But oh, no. Today they informed me that they wished to go...where?...to McDonald's, since they are playing the Monopoly game. They invited me to pick up lunch from wherever and meet them at the golden arches, but as my unborn child had clearly gone to great lengths to arrange the stars just so, I could not refuse.
The cheeseburger did not live up to my memory of it's kind. It may be worth noting here that the last time I ate a McDonald's cheeseburger was, oh, almost a decade ago, before my vegetarianism. After I fell off that wagon, McDonald's was one place I never felt any desire to revisit, which is why the craving was so unusual. Today's cheeseburger was not disgusting, but it was nowhere near the perfection of the one I had built up in my mind. So I expect this craving to dwindle away from here on out. What will replace it? It's anybody's guess at this point.