Believe me, they don't pay me for this

So, I haven't been feeling well the last few days, and I absolutely do not feel like making dinner tonight. J.R. has been outright sick, so he's definitely not Top-Chefing it. I decide: Tonight is the night to try the new McDonald's Southern-style chicken sandwich. I don't know what makes it Southern, but they've been promoting the hell out of it, so once again, the advertising industry has suckered me. In the end, the sandwich was pleasant -- it was just a fried chicken cutlet with pickles on a bun. Pretty Chik-fil-A, if you ask me, but nice nonetheless. And now I know. And knowing is half the battle.