Dead End Print

I recently went on a road trip.  The destination is currently irrelevant.  We were heading east from Chicago, along the Indiana and Ohio turnpikes.  We stopped at one of their nifty rest stops along the way.  You know, the ones with the eight thousand restaurants, five gift shops and optional sunroof.  There was a Fazoli’s kiosk in the joint, which we decided to visit.  Fazoli’s, for those of you who don’t know, is an Italian fast-food sort of joint.  For their combo meal options, they had a choice of a slice of pizza or a salad.  I saw the salad choice and immediately became offended.  My style of cooking consists of taking cholesterol and sauteing it in trans fats.  For dessert, we have a stick of butter rolled in powdered sugar and covered in hot fudge.  Seriously, fuck you, and fuck your salad!  The health option has been completely obliterated for me.  Enough is enough.  Don’t offer me a fucking salad, asshole.

Tags: diet, eatery, food, healthy, italian, offend, salad