I just ate the jalapeno poppers from jack-in-the-box for the first time and I guess i'm ashamed to say that they were awesome.
it's a troubled subject: americanism.
On one hand, I'm an american, through and through. I was born in america to a set of parents that were born in america by parents who are deeply american. I have a lineage defined by mildly westward migrating state boundaries and an identity marked by incubated, state-specific territorial tendencies. My pride stems from my birthplace, a specific little nook of america that is built on native american reservations and a population dominated by non-english speakers and yet my matrilineal palate includes things like jello salad boasting the following ingredients: lime jello, walnuts, cottage cheese, and canned madarin oranges.
What the fuck?
This is not a new concept: american guilt.
And so, I strive to educate myself in the ways of non-public histories. Right now, I feel like i am deep into something with these jalapeno poppers (and, another confession: macaroni bites). Who eats this stuff!? I'm honestly getting an overwhelming sense of connection with a greater population. Fast food does not discriminate.
I guess that's the problem.
This reminds of that Andy Warhol quote about Coca Cola and how no matter how rich or powerful you are, everyone buys the same Coca Cola.
Jack in the Box also has delicious deep-fried zukes; and who, in the depths of a dark car trip night, hasn't clutched the clammy hands of the Hamburglar?