A GOOD LINE

Yesterday Colin Cowherd got off a good line about the spread of Atkinsism: “We’ve reached the point where you can walk into a restaurant and order a Bacon-Blue Cheese Dressing-Velveeta Health Wrap.”

I am warming up to his show.

FISK IN A BARREL

Seldom Sober skewers a well-deserving target: Castro apologist and maker of overwrought movies Oliver Stone. Not a bad fisking for a rookie.

MEANINGLESS MILESTONES DEPT.

Today’s Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel has a good brief history of McDonald’s. Why, you may ask? Because today marks the 49th anniversary of opening of the first franchised McDonald’s, in Des Plaines, Illinois. I think I join a grateful yet slightly confused nation in saying: w00t.

Of particular note in the article is this section:

McDonald’s has demonstrated an ability to change while preserving its meat-and-potatoes attraction in both America and foreign markets. Here’s a sampling of some dishes served up at faraway McDonald’s restaurants:

The McHuevo in Uruguay: a hamburger topped with a poached egg

McSpaghetti in the Philippines: pasta in sauce with frankfurter bits

Samurai pork burger in Thailand: pork marinated with teriyaki sauce

Kiwiburger in New Zealand: a hamburger with a fried egg and a beet slice

Maharaja Mac: The Big Mac made palatable for Indians. It has two all-lamb patties - and the rest is the same.

Big Mak: the Big Mac, in Russia.

Well, the last is anticlimactic, to say the least, and the rest range from vaguely nauseating to near-Lovecraftian horror. I think I’ll stick to my policy of never voluntarily eating at McDonald’s after 10 AM . . . besides, I live in a state where Culver’s is as common as the arches, so why would I ever eat there, anyway?