I’m a fan of chocolate malts, in spite of a lactose intolerance. I have an average of one malt a year or less. After 3 1/2 weeks in the US, traveling in seven states (two more, at least, to go), Vicki, Leila and I have eaten at more than our share of food joints.
One of the few remaining places you can get a malt is Sonic. I noted that some Sonics have it, some don’t. The Iuka, Miss., Sonic doesn’t offer it. But it was on the menu in Mt. Juliet, Tenn., though I didn’t order it then.
Tonight, in an undisclosed location to which we’ve stolen away for a couple of days, it was again on the menu, so I went for a change: a vanilla malt. It was delicious, but probably won’t displace my preference.
But the great mystery, still unsolved, is why not all Sonics offer the malt.
Perhaps some congressman can introduce legislation requiring all Sonics to offer not only shakes, but malts as well, to serve the entire public. If government can take over health care, run the banks, fire presidents of corporations, and operate GM, one little law for Sonic ought to be small stuff.
After all, I want it when and where I want it. And government obliges. Isn’t that the way things work today?