Free meals, RT on the C train

One reason I wait all week to process my thoughts before ranting: When I saw the Maroons touting rankings for fast food, I thought they looked like toothless crack whores before internet porn took over — making a last, desperate bid for attention. Really. This is one case where the market sets the ratings, and the “best” is what counts billions and billions sold. It’s certainly not about taste and service and ambiance. But then they managed to shake their moneymakers till they sold themselves and all I can think is: Did the new owners not do a search? Could they not find Menupages? Chowhound? A way to corral the Twitterverse? And I would have just let them rest in irrelevance if not for the very bizarre photo the hometown paper ran: The worst Look At Me in the food biz covering his face as if he didn’t expect to be VIPed up the wahoo (which is different from the wazoo)? Please don’t tell me the Bible stories are coming to the Kindle next. That will kill publishing for sure.