On days when school lets out at noon, I take the boys out for lunch to celebrate getting sprung early from jail. Usually we hit McDonalds or Chick-Fil-A, but I was jonesin’ for some onion rings, so I made my way to Sonic. Have you had Sonic’s onion rings? They’re my favorite item on the menu, and I’ve tried most everything on there.
As an aside, Sonic holds a special place in my dating history. I went there on a coke date with the local public defender that I met on while on jury duty (he didn’t seem to mind that I had convicted his client). We had gone out several times, and truth be told, I just wasn’t feeling the love. I remember looking at him over my Frito Chili Pie and saying “I don’t think this is really going anywhere.” And he said, “Yeah, I don’t think so either.” And then, without missing a beat, he added “Would you be interested in going out with the bailiff? He thought you were cute.”
But I digress.
I whipped into our usual spot at Sonic and ordered lunch for everyone and eagerly anticipated my rings. And when they arrived, I pulled one out of the bag and I knew immediately that something was amiss.
Could they have…?
I took one bite, and my spirits sagged like yesterday’s tights.
They changed the onion ring recipe.
No longer are they crispy and crunchy and light as a feather. These were chewy and tough and cornmealy and uniform. They also tasted slightly of vanilla, which is good with a Diet Dr. Pepper but not so much with an onion.
This is all bringing back bad memories of when Burger King changed their fry recipe. I kid you not, I have not ordered a fry there since that happened.
My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.
Quoting Mr. Darcy takes me to my happy place, and trust me, after those wretched rings, I need a little happy.
So that’s my sad little tale.
A ship without a sail.
A woman whose rings have failed.
Have a nice day.