When I worked on a cruise ship, once a month I'd drive home to check the house. There was just enough time to get home, get back, and have an hour or two to spare in case traffic got snarled. I grabbed subways a couple of times, and after that, we packed our own lunch to eat on the road. That was in the late 1980s

I actually quit fast food in the late 1970s, but in the early 1980s I was in a group who went to BK. I ordered a cheeseburger with no other fixings. I put a little ketchup on it. I could taste the ketchup and the cheese, the meat and the bun tasted like cardboard.

I'd rather bring a bag of nuts or a 'no-carb bar' if I need something on the road than stop at a fast frankenfood franchise.

But that's just me.

Bob