Fries please, hold the Jesus

Eggplant Fries.  Yum-freaking-delish.  Debating whether or not they're really healthier than your standard potato/French/Freedom fry, as I slowly made my way up to the largest take-out menu in the free world, I sang the Itsy Bitsy Spider for the thirteenth time in a row to calm my daughter in the backseat who was ready to eat her foot since she'd been schlepped to upteen appointments that morning and great mom here only packed a bottle and some old cheerios in the diaper bag. 

So, I'm trying to make out anything on this menu, which while new (the place was rebuilt only last year due to some type of fire disaster), certainly didn't look new - well, maybe the takeout menu survived, was experiencing some humidity problems so many items were partially obscured.  I found what I was looking for and then searched the million lines of plastic letters for the beverage section, praying to God there was Coke and not Pepsi products, and lo and behold there it was. 

Right underneath the small medium large beverage list and just above the chili dog options it read "have a jesus filled day".  All in capital letters. 

Like they tried to slip it in.  Subliminally.  It wasn't separated by any space to make it stand out, it was just there, tucked in to the menu scanned over and over day by day by the hungry masses, searching for sustenance. 

So I guess it worked - the praying thing, cuz they DID have Diet Coke.  Though I wasn't really praying to Mr. J.C. per se - generally not in my bag o' tricks, I suppose he might have had something to do with it.  At least that's what this establishment might hope I believe.  

I'm not much of a theological scholar - but hawking Jesus in a drive-thru just didn't seem very well, Jesus-like.  But wow, "Hawkin' Jesus in a Drive Thru" sounds like an awesome ditty, doesn't it? 

And those Eggplant Fries were superb.  But I did choose the Ranch dressing on the side instead.