A one-year moratorium on new fast food establishments. Wowee. Southeast DC could certainly use that. In the article below, McDonald’s (and others in the LA area) feel as though they’re being unfairly targeted (insert WTF face here). Do we really need any more McDonald’s? Do we? Really. Do we?
Riding through any given Southeast neighborhood you gain 10 pounds just looking at the fast food signs. Come onto Chicken Avenue (aka Good Hope Rd) and there’s a McDonald’s across from a KFC that’s beside a Chicken Shack or a Chicken Delight or a Chicken Do It To It…who knows what it’s really called? New York Fried Chicken? That one has always made me giggle. Do New Yorkers season, flour, fry it up differently?
The point is, across the street there’s a Pizza Hut and Tropicana. Opposite direction (all reachable on foot from the other, mind you) is a Blimpie that can’t seem to stay any particular establishment for more than three months. Right across from that, Eddie Leonard’s. (Don’t get me started on how many liquor stores are within this same distance, for that is an entirely different rant).
The law in CA defines fast food as “any establishment which dispenses food for consumption on or off the premises, and which has the following characteristics: a limited menu, items prepared in advance or prepared or heated quickly, no table orders and food served in disposable wrapping or containers.” So even though Subway may be “healthier” it still falls under fast food, people.
The Chicken Get Down (or whatever it’s called) on Good Hope Rd (we call it Chicken Ave b/c there is always a steady stream of people walking eating chicken off of napkins, throwing down bones) seems to be open all night. No matter what time I drive by, there are people at the counter. Do you really need wings and mambo sauce at 2:00 a.m.? When school is in session, do the kids really need wings, fries, and Pepsi for breakfast?
The law, even if it’s only for a year, in California, is a step in the right direction. Fast food chains and the restaurant industry would like us to imagine we are in control of what we eat. Yet, if the Get Your Chicken, Got Your Good Chicken is on every corner, why should I travel out of my way to go to the grocery store and cook at home instead? I’m sure this is the reasoning for the obese masses seen wandering Chicken Ave licking greasy fingers.