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McDenied on Bloor
Fast food restaurants rarely close. They’re parasitic in a way, dependent, as they are, on the steady stream of nugget consumers, or, in days or yore, Arch Deluxe consumers. And a steady flow of grease-eaters, unlike crude oil, has never seemed a diminishing commodity. So it’s kind of a shock to see that the smelly McDonald’s that used to occupy Torontoist’s nearest patch of Bloor is no more. We’re surprised, because McDonald’s has always seemed the most resilient of the burger barns, especially with Justin’s hookety-hooks convincing the world that McDonald’s was cool again of late.*
But, with nary a word to the wise, our greasy outpost is no more.
It could be the result of Morgan Spurlock’s Super Size Me, or Eric Schlosser’s Fast Food Nation. Or it could be the realization that fast food costs the same as good food these days (An $8 meal at McDonalds could also buy you a real sandwich at a real cafe). Or it could just be the fact that McDonald’s is gross. And Justin is too. Dis.
*I’m Lovin it also happens to be an anagram for Ailing Vomit.