McDonald’s: Why it’s not hard to stay away

Super Size Me came out in 2004. Since then, with the exception of Cokes and iced coffees, I’ve eaten exactly one half of a hash brown from McDonald’s. 

The dealbreaker for me was a scene wherein french fries from McDonald’s apparently failed to age or break down in any fashion while being stored under a glass jar.

And yet, even with the idea that the fries are potentially closer to plastic than food, I still miss them. I’m tempted by the smell wafting from an airport kiosk or lingering on the paper cup that my Coke comes in at the drive-thru.