There's a McDonald's across the street from a bar I go to fairly often. If I take the time to think about it, I don't like McDonald's very much. It's unsatisfying; unhealthy; it makes me feel like shit; it doesn't really even taste that good. Yet somehow every time I go to this bar I end up at McDonald's waiting in line with a bunch of stoned teenagers and church youth groups to order a Big Mac and a large fries.