Dining with kings
Eating at Burger King is something I generally do only when on the go somewhere, I'm starving, and I just need to throw some food in my face.
I can't say that I ever really enjoyed it very much. I mean, it tastes okay going down, but you pay for it later. With that queasy, greasy feeling in your gut. And then the internal gurgling, and then often times, worse...
But, with Burger Kings disappearing rapidly all over the state, it may be harder to find one.
That's not likely to bother most of my outdoor buddies though.
In fact, my friends have pretty much forbidden me from visiting BKs when carpooling to an outdoor activity because of the noxious fumes that eminate uncontrollably from me, seemingly just minutes after ingestion of a Whopper and onion rings.
They do allow me to get coffee at BK however.
Go figure.
I'm sitting here trying desperately to make the connection between the great outdoors and your...noxious fumes.
Perhaps you should consider changing your tag line- If there's a trail or a Burger King— be it Whopper, fries, BK Big Fish or french toast sticks — outdoors nut and professional farter Carey Kish will find it. Follow his Maine outdoor burger adventures in his blog.
Posted by Pete
November 9, 2005 08:32 AM