It's Good to be the King!

So we did end up going to BK after working out at the gym. I don't know what it is about cycling, but it makes me sweat like a pig. It's horrible. And it makes my butt hurt like nothing else. The only good thing about it is that I can read and bike at the same time. Since I was in the middle of a Karen Kingsbury novel (Beyond the Clouds . . . or something like that), that made me happy. When it comes to Kingsbury's books, they're a guilty pleasure of sorts. Easy reading, above average writing, and quite uplifting, they're better than your everday Christian fiction. The characters are actually flawed, and even though they predictably turn to God somewhere along the line, they're interesting and different. I used to be a huge fan of Lori Wick, but her characters all became the same people after a while, just with different coloring. And she tended to repeat her pet phrases.

Anyway, in town there is only one nice Burger King, so on the rare occasion we do BK, that's where we end up at. Jim, true to form, ordered a Double Whopper with cheese, holding the mayo and tomatoes. I was a little surprised at the tomato part, because he's made such a conscious effort recently to eat more veggies, but the mayo thing is a no-brainer. He hates the stuff. With a passion. I'll hold it for health reasons, and there's no way I'll be giving up on potato salad or egg salad or even macaroni salad anytime soon, but it's all about the taste for him. Anyway, he got large (instead of King-sized) fries and a drink.

Since we've last been in there, BK has apparently made an attempt to become classier. By that, I mean, they've remodeling the inside a bit to open the dining area up, and more interestingly, they've paired drink recommendations to go along with the food. Kind of like wine pairings. I got a huge kick out of it. Very funny stuff. They recommended Coke or Diet with a Whopper. Full bodied, crisp taste. Ha! Might as well have been describing some fine merlot.

Anyway, I nibbled at the fries, which usually have a couple of onion rings tossed in for good measure. Back in the days of endless fast fooding, we got half and half. So it was nice to eat one for old times, but that was more than enough for me.

Sister J and TB were in our thoughts. Wonder how far they have to go to find BK.