Okay, remember this...



and this...



McDonald's was nice. Sure it wasn't spotless, but it rated as good, which is better than quite a few of the places I've visited.

We went next next door to Burger King, (quite a while later, of course).



It had also undergone a recent remodel.



Interestingly, however, I still felt like I was in a fast food restaurant. The setting wasn't trying to be more than it was. Yet at the same time, McDonald's was nice.

Then I went to the restroom. You know how on horror movies there is always the camera work that helps build a sense of foreboding? Well, how about this...



Where is the center of the bathroom universe? What is the deciding factor with greater influence on the rest of the room no matter its condition than any other thing? It is the toilet. You have to keep a clean toilet! Of course there are exceptions that I hope I never have to encounter, but that is basically it. And if the toilet has a tendency to be messed with by kids and paper towels, or unimpassioned employees, or whatever, you're in trouble unless you're willing to check it more often.

They didn't. I won't show you the inside of that bowl, and shouldn't even insinuate that the problem lay therein, since visualization isn't difficult for anyone who was ever a parent, or has lived longer than 2 years in occasional public places.

The toilet bowl broke you, friends. Gross! I didn't use it. It isn't putrescent, and the aesthetic of the room is decent. Look at that floor, after all. Nice, right? But the fact of the matter is I didn't go there, because of the condition of the bowl.



Gross! I'm sorry Burger King, because we love your food, but whereas I am now connected to the dark side of your establishment, its gonna cost you (in terms of how comfortable I'll be going there anyways).

Next time, if I can find the photos... Taco Bell. For now, good job McDonalds, you're leading the industry in this regard as well, so far (as far as our little geographic center is concerned).