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When I traveled a lot for my job and ate alone in restaurants, I frequently ordered a couple of appetizers for dinner as that was plenty of food for me. I occasionally order a child's Happy Meal at McDonalds to get a small (and kinda gross) plain hamburger and about 10 small French fries. I keep the toys for the grandkids.
I still remember those horrid plain hamburgers, circa late seventies. Two buns and some lukewarm grey matter in between. In my early days of my first steady, but low-paying job. Sitting alone on a stool facing the wall.
When I simply couldn't afford a decent lunch.![]()
The cheeseburgers were even worse. They had some kind of orange plastic substance on top of the lukewarm grey matter. Ugh.
LOL. Yeah. But then in those days I couldn't even afford that "upgrade".
But it was a wise decision at the time not to fritter away my income and save enough to eventually be financially independent and leave home.
I did without a lot of things back then, but I had a plan.
like giving discounts to the priveliged who fall into those age ranges. I get the feeling restaurants are out to make money with huge portion sizes and charging people likewise. Otherwise why would they object?