This is an interesting read I found at New York Times today. It documents the journey of the author, Frank Bruni, who travelled all over the US of A to find the best fast food outlets around the nation. The same nation that gave us Big Macs and the Colonel that have never failed to put a smile on the faces of kids all over the world, (or a frown on their parents). The almost-Super-Size-Me feat was accomplished in 9 days, 42 stops and 3,650 miles. It's interesting to note also that this article appeared on the New York Time's Dining and Wine section, which is kinda like featuring Protons on a Porsche website. I said, kind of. I was once a Proton driver too, but yeah, once.. haha :P

So, there you go; the article. And here's my favourite excerpt of the really enjoyable article. I mean, bear in mind that this is the writing and opinion of a white guy but for me, as the Asian guy couldn't agree more.

"The major (fast food) chains love to throw around foreign-sounding terms, like ciabatta and frescata, which is the name of a selection of tasteless deli-style sandwiches at Wendy's, where the best bet remains the economical, healthy chili.

Or they just bluntly declare an item to be ethnic, ipso fatso. McDonald's puts slices of white meat, snow peas and mandarin orange sections on iceberg lettuce and calls it an Asian chicken salad, a few bites of which rightly prompted Alessandra, blond and blue-eyed, to say, "It's about as Asian as I am."

I noted, for the sake of argument, that it had what tasted vaguely like Russian dressing and that the eastern expanse of Russia fell in the designated continent.

"O.K.," she said, "it's a Eurasian chicken salad."

- Life in the Fast Food Lane, Frank Bruni, New York Times.