Extremely Sane Childhood Memory
I used to love going to McDonald's Restaurant with my dad. Really, I still do.
Sure, the tables are plastic. We order at a counter. "That's not the help taking your order," my dad used to say; "That's your neighbor's kid." I liked that.
Lately, McDonald's has really endorsed some new menu choices. And all of their ads try hard to be inclusive. I respect that.