The price of a Big Mac is a rough and ready indicator of both inflation and the relative value of currencies. From John Wilder at wilderwealthywise.com:
A Roy-ale With Cheese®. What do they call a Big Mac©?” – Pulp Fiction
Picard doesn’t have an iPhone® he got unlimited Data with his Android©.
The last time I had a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese™ from McDonalds© here in Modern Mayberry, it cost me $4.79. It was over a month ago, but I remember biting into the bun feeling the warm hamburger . . . warm? Dangit.
I looked down. It was raw. Ugh. I was done.
What our local McDonalds® misses in quality they make up for by taking longer than any other fast-food place in town. Why do we go there? The fries and the $1 drinks. Anything more complicated than that is like asking a puppy to land a P-51 Mustang. You know the puppy really wants to make you happy, but it’s really only good at looking cute and sleeping.
I think the employees at McDonalds© must like to sleep. A lot.
We have exactly five fast-food restaurants in town, and my theory is that there are have two excellent managers that make good food, promptly. We also have one manager that’s not great, but focuses on making the food tasty and the orders correct even though you might not get it in ten minutes. We have another that makes good ice cream, but the burgers taste like NHL® puck rejects. Then we have the last in line – the manager of McDonalds©.