i had mcdonalds the day before i left for reno when i was hanging out with mark. i didn't want to, but i had to try it, especially with my impending vegetarianism starting in less than a week. on the BART ride afterwards and the train trip the next day i wrote about it in my boredom:

I ate McDonalds for the first time today in well over a year. It was awful. The grease permeated through every cell in my mouth. My taste buds were slick with McFat. The aftertaste was similar to what I'd imagine olestra chips taste like inall their anal-leakagey goodness. Despite all this, the experience was glorious.
Maybe it was because i was reminded of high school, excited for 29c hamburger or 39c cheeseburger day. How many would i order that day? My best friend loathed those special days, he was a McManager.
No, i won't kid you faithful reader...MickeyDee's wasn't great because of past memories of a better time when taste didn't matter and a 50%+ fat contest just didn't bother me. It was thoughts of the future that made it great and the knowledge that i'd never be back.