Rock and Roll McDonalds

Today we ate dinner at Rock and Roll McDonalds. I began affectionally referring to the Golden Arches as Rock and Roll McDonalds when I was introduced to this lovely Wesley Willis song.

James and I are pretty good: We make congee for lunch at home, we eat dried squid snacks when we watch tv, and we buy Asian beer.

But we're still red-blooded Americans, and we require hamburgers at least weekly. And all that Chinese food just makes a Big Mac all the more savory.