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| - I see a lot of myself in Noodles & Co. I don't mean that entirely as an insult, but I do mean it mostly as one.
Listen. I like to come off as classed up and aware and worldly and kind of hip. But you know what, you jackwagon? I'll shove some pork-laden, barbecue sauce slathered macaroni and cheese in my gaping yaw just like the next guy from Wisconsin.
Noodles & Co. and I, we talk all kinds of upscale talk, but we walk a portly trundle to the nearest Taco Bell. AND IT'S FINE. If you're a consistent patron of Noodles & Co. you are invested in the lie at this point as well. Sure, they HAVE healthy options. But you're getting the Parmesan crusted chicken cheese bonanza like eeeeeeeeveryone else, pal.
Have a 1000 calorie Indonesian Peanut Sauce monstrosity, fine. I will too. Hell, I'll have some for later as well. You know what? As I drive out of the Noodles & Co., I'll drive past the McDonald's and I'll sneer down my nose at it. "Look at those hogs, knocking fries back like there's no tomorrow," I'll say as my face glistens with cheese and pork.
Eat at the Noodles and Co. Go on. Do it. Be "worldly," and "healthy," and wrong with me.
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