Should Adults Be Allowed to Order Kids’ Meals
I just wanted a grilled cheese. Not a $24 “artisanal melt,” not a tasting menu, not a life lesson in adulthood. A kids’ menu square, with fries and zero dignity. Instead, I got a look that said, “Grow up.” Why is comfort food suddenly contraband after puberty? There’s something quietly brutal about realizing your craving…
