Not a cheeseburger.
But the fries on the same plate are superb.
I’ve seen French fries bring an economist back from the brink of death. He was 5000 miles from home and suffering from failure to thrive. But then he smelled the hot, salt-laden fat and the singed starch, and hope began to creep back into his face. He dipped it into ketchup, put it into his mouth, and found life was again worth living.
I mentioned ketchup there and that brings up a sticky point. Ketchup does not flow abroad in the way it does here, even where they serve French fries. With TSA regs the way they are, I don’t know that you could carry ketchup in your luggage. But in the end, ketchup is a luxury. The salt and the hot fat will be enough to carry the day and the French fries will save you.
(Bobby Winters, a native of Harden City, Oklahoma, is Assistant Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences and Professor of Mathematics at Pittsburg State University. He blogs at redneckmath.blogspot.com and okieinexile.blogspot.com. You may contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org. We invite you to “like” the National Association of Lawn Mowers on Facebook. )