My parents ate once at McDonald’s. It was confusing … pay first … find table … carry food … bus table … but they allowed it wasn’t the worst meal they’d ever eaten. I ate my first fast food in California when I was 19. A day laborer, I spent a morning digging trenches for two-fifty an hour. By noon, I could have passed out from hunger. The other guys all headed for a Jack-In-A-Box. I wasn’t keen on the fast food idea but for a buck and a quarter I ate my fill … and learned to not be so particular.