Decades ago, my Uncle told my Aunt that he was taking the family to a new Italian restaurant. She called their four rambunctious boys in early to scrub every inch of their bodies so they'd be "presentable," - no easy chore for that bunch, carefully dressed herself in her Sunday Best and stood ready to go at the exact appointed moment. My Uncle surveyed his spit-shined and polished brood, chuckled ... and took them all to Gino's!My parents divorced when I was growing up, mom worked, cared for 2 kids and a mortgage so eating out was only at a special occasion - that is including McDonald.
This build into my life so McDonald remained a special occasion and it held a special heavenly relationship - love at first bite.
