McDonald’s

«Breakfast at McDonald’s?» my lovely said.
«Yes,» I said. «Customer choice. AND we WERE in BLAIR!»
No surprise that Blair rhymes with Nowhere. That about sums it up. Tucked into the vast, pre-​civilization, 20-​mile-​wide Missouri River flood plain and valley, Blair is surrounded by water sculpted hills and draws. It may be nowhere, but it has it’s own kind of pretty. AND a McD’s.
If you travel through small towns you have diners… some good and some not. Grocery… no ambiance for eating. And then the occasional BK, CJ, and McD. At least they are consistent. The little hash browns taste the same in Blair and Los Angeles. The biscuits are about the same in Blair as in Detroit… but not as good as Berea, Kentucky. Message me and I will tell you why. The coffee is always good… but cripes it is nuclear hot! I add an ice cube just to prevent it from vaporizing my teeth!
Anyway, the consistency for breakfast especially… which is not the healthiest meal of the day anyway… makes McD’s A-​OK for me. Especially in Blair. :)