Some folks would argue that building an elegant fast food restaurant is tantamount to polishing a turd – a useless expenditure of energy, given the fact that the people patronizing said restaurant will be eating low-quality, deep-fried fish sandwiches and chicken fragments. Those folks, however, have never consumed a McRib under the light of a solid gold chandelier.
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