Death to Small

Yesterday a buddycolleague and I had to take a business trip out to the Californian desert. Neither of us had eaten breakfast (foolish, I know). By the time the meeting was over and we were on the way home track, primal eating instincts were taking over and obtaining consumables became our primary objective. Along that stretch of Interstate there is precious little in the way of food and precious little of that precious little is non-fast food. I refuse to eat at Carl’s Jr. (on two bases: 1. Their adverts are unbearable what with the computerized dripping and the voice-over guy’s blas