If we needed further proof that corporate shills are the bottom feeders of the cultural fishtank....

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Meant to mention this the other day: I was stuck watching some horrid tripe of a puff piece on the Travel Channel at work, in which they counted down the "top ten fast food restaurants in the U.S." (Not fast food chains, mind you, but the restaurants themselves, seeking out franchises that were less depressingly homogenized.) At Number Three on this list was some Arby's somewhere in middle America, chosen not so much for anything about the store itself, but because several hundred bikers converge upon it once a week to eat carry-out and shoot the breeze, as it were.

So the official Arby's Corporate Shill is asked why these bikers seek out Arby's Roast Beef, as opposed to hamburgers from any of the 9,201 hamburger chains in the U.S. Said Shill gives a tuchus-kissing answer about how these are Good Ol' American People, and they want good ol' American food. And he finishes with the line whose inherent stoopid made my braincase burn like tax law: "And what's more American than a roast beef sandwich?"

What's more American, he asks? Um, going out on a limb here, but I'm going to say, just off the top of my head, maybe, y'know, a hamburger? Call me wacky, jus' thinkin' out loud here.

(DISCLAIMER: Carnivorous habits assumed for this editorial. Your mileage may vary.)

In other news, we have a bag of assorted-flavorish Thin Sticks, Valomilks and Jelly Bellies, not to mention the sort of high that can only come from having breakfast at four in the afternoon. More reasons to adore issendai (Thank you! Mwah!)

Comments

[spoothbrush.livejournal.com]

A hamburger topped with APPLE PIE.

Or one of those sandwiches that's a bacon cheeseburger with a Krispy Kreme instead of a bun. Middle America is scary sometimes.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

I always vaguely associated roast beef with England, myself. But maybe that's just me.