In the Northeast, we have only three real choices for quality fast food
French Fries: McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's. When the fry jones
strikes (and it will, often), which brand do you choose? The thin, salty,
great taste of McDonald's? The sweet, crusty regality of Burger King?
The thick, potato-y fluff of Wendy's? Some people stand by their preference
with the loyalty of a trusty Golden Retriever. Others flit from franchise
to franchise like a wanton mistress. The staff at Fast Food Fever does
not judge; we create. Imagine a world where the lingering remnants from
the grease traps of a thousand fry batches is multiplied by three. The
tasty salts from three pillars of society mingle as one. You do not have
to choose. There is no choice to be made. Only bliss.