When we were honeymooning in Greece, my husband started to wax rhapsodic about American fast food. In particular, Pizza Hut. Greek pizza, with its pastry-like crust, just wasn’t doing it for him. So upon our return, after he promptly came down with what we think might have been the flu, I ordered in Pizza Hut for the patient. His aches and pains and coughs seemed to vanish as he blissfully finished half a pie. The next day, he told me Pizza Hut had called back to conduct a customer survey, and he reported that he had given high marks across the board for its crust, sauce, cheese, delivery time and service.
Shudder.
I’m not a Pizza Hut hater, really. In fact, I love the crispy, buttery crust. However, if you ask me, the sauce is reminiscent of canned Spaghetti-Os and the cheese’s texture is more than slightly plastic. And we live in Connecticut, home to some of the country’s best pizza. But it made me think – do other foodies have their own pre-packaged, highly processed, chain-restaurant guilty pleasures? They must…
Some favorites I’ll admit to:
- Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, especially Easy Mac. But I can’t stand the sodium-packed taste of the orange cheese powder on its own, so I always add a little milk and a sprinkle of canned parmesan. I also love the Annie’s Organic mac and cheese with the bunny on the box.
- Dunkin’ Donuts egg-white flatbreads. Yeah, I know they’re pre-frozen and tossed into a toaster oven for two minutes. But man, do they taste good with a medium French vanilla, skim and one Splenda.
- Anything from Sonic. At this moment in time, there are no Sonic Drive-Ins within 2 hours of me. But thanks to my very patient friend Kate, I’ve been able to visit an outpost in Jacksonville, Fla. Cheeseburgers. Tater tots. Onion rings. Grape slush. <Homer Simpson drool>
Your turn. Don’t be shy. Tell us your favorite foodie guilty pleasure…
Leeanne Griffin is a freelance writer and food enthusiast.
Oh, I’m with you on the mac & cheese. I get the Annie’s microwavable single-serving packages and slice in a hot dog. Bliss.
Hubby just picked up a 6-pack of ramen noodles at the grocery store yesterday. Vomit.
I thought about this article while I filled 15 bags of leaves this weekend and I couldn’t help but think of my guilty food pleasure: the McRib. It’s been a long time since I’ve had one (it’s discontinued), although you can find knockoffs in most gas stations. It’s one of those ‘foods’ that you should file under ‘What the hell am I really eating?’ folder, but I’m not the only fan:
http://www.maxim.com/humor/articles/70280/thecultofthemcrib.html
If the Big E isn’t bringing back the deep fried cheeseburger, I say we buy a truckload of imitation McRib’s, deep fry them up, and laugh our way to the bank with all the money we’d make.