So, I go to McDonald’s once a week, religiously. Why would such an apparently discerning dude like moi commit such a culinary peccadillo? you might ask. Simple. Boulder’s 10 Tesla Super-chargers are just across the parking lot, and even with their speedier chargers, it still takes at least 40 minutes to fill the Model 3 up. What am I going to do? Sit on the sidewalk? Of course, I could also go to the nearby Starbucks, just another two minutes’ walk. But I’m cheap, and you just can’t beat the 86-cent senior coffee or tea, i.e., why spend two or three bucks more for a marginally better beverage?
There are some surprising non-economic benefits of visiting the Golden Arches too. For instance, I get to practice my Spanish. ?Por que? Turns out nearly all the workers there—in Trader Joe speak, “the crew”—are Hispanic. I can even wear my “Cuba” cap there with impunity. Maybe they think I am not a gringo. Nope. Probably not. But I digress, sort of.