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Three fast food joints, all lined up next to each other. All as pleasing as the others. And yet, I always end up going to Burger King instead of to the other two…
These three establishments are all on Lower O’Connell Street on the stretch between O’Connell Bridge and the LUAS Red Line, on the side opposite Abbey Street. Normally when I’m walking through town after getting off the bus en route to either Hawkins Street or College Green for the next bus leg of my journey back home.
Now, the thing that always gets me, is the fact that no matter what i say I want to eat, I almost always end up in Burger King. Why though is something I don’t think I’ll find out. Maybe it’s because I can’t make my mind up as I’m walking down, and by that time I’m already at Burger King. Maybe it has something to do with how much money I have. Maybe McDonalds doesn’t feel as nice since the roof is so much lower down at the register. Maybe I feel like I won’t have enough time to sit down in Eddie Rockets and enjoy my food. All these variables, and I don’t understand why they are there…
Maybe I’ll make a conscious effort to make enough time to enjoy my Eddie Rockets food tonight…
PS: Supermac’s is also on this same stretch of road, back down a bit. But I’m not THAT Irish to eat there…



This is the first time I’ve seen a BK with 2 floors.
There’s also a McDonalds at the Upper end of the street with 3 floors. Not sure how many there are on the Lower end one, I haven’t been in it!
3 floors? What do they all those floors for?
Seating. The buildings on that side of O’Connell Street aren’t very “deep”, since there’s another set of buildings behind it, and then a small side street.
See here on Google Maps. The marker is right on the Eddie Rocket’s. As you can see, there’s not all that much room!
On a TOTALLY unrelated topic – I am listening to The Gypsy Kings – Bamboleo on Today FM at the moment. Brendan, May and Wally(the Avatars) dance in perfect time with the beat. It’s a bit mesmerizing.
Hmmm, that sounds like a plan for a fan-created music video
Just wish I was a fan…
I usually pop into burger king for a wee.
Don’t anymore though cos they’ve these superlow doors on the cubicles and I’m so paranoid about not looking in over the doors that I forget to empty myself.
I really can’t trust toilets in pretty much anywhere in town. You never know who might have been there…
Besides I’m never more than an hour away from my destination, whether it be home or college. I can hold it
Yeah well you can brag about that, but I’m more hardened, if it needs be I can hold it for several weeks… coming from Longford you learn these skills.
Several weeks?
That must be one large and powerful bladder…
Can you shoot stuff down from far away?
Well I’m like Sting, I count the growing and producing of the liquids prior to digestion as part of the process.
If you don’t get that, you need to know more about Sting’s orgasms.