I love places like that–it’s just my annoying insistence on the “healthy” eating thing that limits how often I can visit them.

I could pretty happily eat a cheeseburger, fries, and a coke every night for dinner (followed by a slice of chocolate cake) and skip the French Laundry. Well, I’d like to try it once. But does anyone sing along to the radio there? And would anything there taste as great as a greasy diner cheeseburger? I’m skeptical.

Sigh.

And this bird it can not change…