When I ventured out to New Jersey for "the wedding", I did something that I don't usually do when I'm in the city. I ate at McDonalds. Like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the scent and taste of a meal from Micky D's transports me back to my childhood, when happy meals were a special treat.
Now that I'm grown up and eating on my own tab, I rarely go for the $5 meal anymore. It's quite possible that I may never venture through the golden arches again after spotting this art project.