Well, Ray read my mind–food writing. It’s a world all its own. Food is very emotional for people–but that is a topic in and of itself and we can talk about it some other time. I want to share with you my letter to Wendys.
Now, you know I really only do fast food once in a blue moon. I like to cook my own food because frankly, i think its insane to eat stuff with an ambiguous origin. However, we had an agreement that you were my one exception to the rule. Your chicken is so juicy, and your fries are the best (yes, I do prefer your fries to the McDonalds). However, I regret to inform you that upon relocating to the southwestern portion of our great nation, I….seem to have met someone else. His name is Rubio’s, and he is by far the best flippin’ fast food I’ve ever had. Now DON’T get me wrong, Wendy’s…I would never abandon you in full…but who can deny the delicious fish taco, savory salsa bar, and tangy chipotle sauce, all folded up neatly into a soft yet firm corn shell? I repent.