I am truly amazed at the amount of pop we consume as a people and particularly at the serving size of soft drinks. Okay, so I don't drink a lot of soda, but I am a fast food junkie. Some of my favorite childhood memories involve visits to McDonald's. Today I wouldn't even consider transporting fast food to a faraway more civilized locale. You eat it straight up, hot and steamy right in the car or standing in John Wayne Airport or walking in Penn Station.
Fast food is delivered fast and consumed fast.
The long way home from McDonald's to our house meant that the fries were always cold. This must be why one of my very favorite childhood memories is of Stacy Mason and me riding our bikes downtown expressly to get an order of french fries so hot they would burn the top of our mouths. The fries are so good that after the little french fry sleeve is empty you always hold out hope that there might be just one more in the bottom of the bag - one that slipped out of the little sleeve and is hiding under the napkin. I doubt that Stacy still eats McDonald's fries. I think she eats pretty nutritiously.