Things are changing and it is nowhere more evident than at the Tyler Sonic drive through. During the drive through and drive up restaurant hay day of the nineteen fifties the average suburban family survived exclusively on root beer floats and cheeseburgers, congregating at the Sonic, like desert wildlife nourishing their bodies in the watering hole’s life giving root beer floats and cheeseburgers. Any given night at the Sonic was nothing less than the beginning of a summer long drag race musical.
These days, however, Sonic blends into the multitude of fast food chains all trying desperately to relive the same era. But no matter how bad everyone wants to go back to the nineteen fifties we will eventually have to accept our fate instead of living in the fast food past. This brings us to the denial facing Sonic, which is mainly that it sees itself as some sort of quality restaurant.
Unfortunately, Sonic has spent the money required for this on its comedy abortion, “two guys in a car commercial” shoveled down my eye throat three or four times a day. To switch topics for one second, there are about six hundred thousand students out there who could make a better commercial with nothing but their iPhones. But no number of eager undervalued students could salvage Sonics mediocre at best menu. You see, when you take out of account the things that are impossible to do wrong, such as, corn dogs and milkshakes, Sonic is revealed as nothing more than a slightly above average McDonalds, and no one should eat at McDonalds.