There are now six restaurants with three Michelin stars in San Francisco. Hundreds of people would sell a kidney to dine at one of these venerated establishments of culinary genius.
Me? I prefer fast food.
My entire life has been plagued by anaphylaxis, to milk eggs, and peanuts. I was lucky enough to get my milk allergy desensitized, but the other two persist.
Eating outside the safety of my home is a veritable minefield. Dining at every restaurant, no matter how prestigious or acclaimed, is akin to putting a gun in my mouth and praying it doesn't go off. This situation seemed dire for a while. I mean, which teenager wants to shackle themselves to their parents' food, forever?
However, a savior emerged. My hero, my knight in shining armor, was cheap fast food.