It's 5:30 on a weeknight in February. You find yourself the last in a line of cars at the nearest burger joint. The choice seemed easy. Grab some grub on the way home for the family. They have 45 minutes to eat before Johnny's hockey game. You don't have time to think about the choice and really don't want to be bothered. You hand over a remarkably small amount of money and are handed a sack full of food. You check to see if the order is complete. Four burgers and a fried chicken sandwich