An article in The Mercury newspaper this morning has brought my attention to the plight of 2700 Tasmanians (and counting) lobbying to bring a Krispy Kreme doughnut outlet to Tasmania.


Now, I am not one to preach about what should and shouldn’t be available, freedom of choice and all that. But when fast food is the easiest, most convenient choice, how many of us will actually try harder to find a healthier snack?

As I fly back and forwards from Melbourne a fair bit, I’ve observed many passengers with bags and bags of Krispy Kreme sugar fluff doughnuts. I assume they are for sale in the airport somewhere, although I’ve no idea where. Obviously there is a demand for the product here, as the now 2879 Facebook group members demonstrate.

Just in case you were wondering, the average Krispy Kreme doughnut is a whopping 600-900 kilojoules, which would take about 1 hour of intense of exercise to burn off. That’s just for one 100g doughnut.

And what is in your average Krispy Kreme doughnut? This:

SKIM MILK,
WATER,
SUGAR,
DEXTROSE MONOHYDRATE,
COCOA (5%),
VEGETABLE FAT,
WHEY POWDER
(FROM MILK), SKIM
MILK POWDER,
GLUCOSE SYRUP
(FROM WHEAT),
DIETARY FIBRE
(OLIGOFRUCTOSE),
EMULSIFIER (471),
VEGETABLE GUMS
(410,407, 412),
FLAVOURS

A little bit of what you fancy does you good. To lobby against it would be indicative of a nanny State, in which we are all overweight lard-arses with no self control. The addition of a Krispy Kreme is probably no different than any other unhealthy snack option we have here already. But does Hobart REALLY want a Krispy Kreme outlet? Do we need more unhealthy global franchises?

I personally won’t be buying or eating any. But when I think about it, I don’t really give a toss if anyone else does. Let the masses make up their own minds? And if you are having trouble deciding, take a look at this.

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I was a little intrigued the other day when I spotted an interesting article about McDonald's on the Wall Street Journal website. See, I don't think about McDonald's much. I almost never eat there, and there isn't one anywhere near my house. I can't even remember the last time I saw an ad for McDonald's on TV, although I am sure there are loads of them, and I have just been fortunate enough to be in the bathroom when they are on.

So I started looking for McDonald's ads on the internet, like the really cool one above. And I thought to myself, "Gee I hate McDonald's, but they have an amazing PR, advertising and marketing team." After that, I started thinking about McDonald's, a lot.

The WSJ article talks about how successful McDonald's has performed as a company during the recession (the article is American). It makes perfect sense. If we are all pinching our pennies, those of us who were unlikely to eat that much fast food have returned to it in droves. Sometimes it's just nice to have a meal out, even if that meal tastes like cardboard and makes you feel sick afterward. Who cares when you can have dinner for under $7 right?

McDonald's have proven themselves to be clever market players in the past. They monitor data fastidiously, and in short create the exact environment their customers desire. Backlash about the fat content? Easy, throw in some Heart Foundation approved menu choices. Stores in affluent areas suffering? Easy, close them down and open more stores in lower socio-economic areas.

McDonald's may annoy the crap out of most of us, but figures show they are doing something right. While you won't find me working in an organic veggie shop wearing a t-shirt with McShit across the front, I'm not waving a flag of support for the company either.

With that in mind, I went to McDonald's. And ate there. By choice. And it wasn't all bad.

The part that frightened me the most: the customers. My venue of choice was in a predominantly low-income area, so I suppose I found what I predicted. It is really hard to watch really overweight kids eat fast food. This is probably why the kids you see eating happy meals on the telly are perfectly groomed and slender. That said, there are loads of fat kids in Sandy Bay as well.

There was something about being in a McDonald's (and being sober enough to remember it) that brought up some fun memories of being a kid. I didn't come from a take-away kind of family. A meal out at Maccas meant someone had received a really good report card from school. I remember when a Happy Meal didn’t come with a free toy. And an invitation to a birthday party at McDonald's was worth its weight in gold.

Now I have been back, I will concede that McDonald's is at least 70 percent evil. And I did feel really ill after my McNuggets, because I've read Fast Food Nation, I know what is in them. But I kinda had a fun time. For a little under an hour, I felt just a little bit like a kid again. And that can't be all bad.