Sadly I had forgotten about the general speed of service in restaurants staffed primarily by sixteen-year-olds, whose idea of quick service is not stopping for a smoke break on the way from the kitchen back to the drive-through window with my meal.

Still, our greasy treat was as delightful as we had hoped, especially after I poured a generous helping of chicken salt onto the chips. This is the same chicken salt whose primary ingredients, I disovered earlier today, are salt, sugar and monosodium glutamate. Oh, and I dipped each chip into the coleslaw juice before eating it. Tally-ho, Heart! Saturated fats ahoy!

To top that off, there is a movie featuring Jack Black on TV as I sit here typing this, which means that not only am I torturing my entire cardiovascular system, but I am also likely to come out of this evening with mild brain damage.

Now I just need to choose between cheesecake and custard for dessert.