There's something magical about road trips. (Ok, doubly magical when you find out that the hotel you're staying at has free internet, but that's beside the point.)
For however many hours your stuck behind some rented Winnebago on it's way to Gran'ma's, you find yourself getting a personal carte blanc on dining on the sorts of things that you'd normally regret eating. Normally, my asphalt dining preferences tend toward bags of jerky and bottles of water. Ok, so that's kind of a let down as far as road food goes, but i did manage to rediscover something i'd kinda forgotten about.
If you don't get it with mayo, have them toss some mustard and pickles on the thing, the classic chicken at Burger King is actually pretty darn good.
Ok, ok, so calling it "chicken" is a bit of a stretch, since it's got a bit more in common with what happens when you drop poultry in a chipper and pack it into some old Dr. Scholl's packaging, but the one i ate was honestly less greasy and revolting than i imagined. Not good enough that i wanted to risk getting the "italian chicken" featuring red sauce and some sort of white cheese, but good enough to make me consider getting another one in less than a year.
And yes, i did pick up a couple of Danishes, but they went to the visiting inlaws. (the ones i plan on picking up on the way home aren't though.)
Awfully nice folk those Danish. i should pick up some of the flat, fruit filled pastries too.
