Not Cho Mama's

Grilled Cheese Sandwich and French Fries. Sounds like a pretty flat description, but what if I gave them some character? How would I describe them?
Two slices of fake American cheese on buttered and crispy white bread thrown into a basket with another basket with an array of swirly looking fries. OK maybe I made it sound too good. It wasn't that great.
I decided to try to new place Not Cho Mama's up on the golf course and try one of their dishes hence a grilled cheese sandwich and French Fries. I was ready to try something new something exciting! But you see I have been vegetarian for the past couple weeks, 3, and decided to go to Not Cho Mama's and try something without meat which was like a diabetic in a candy shop. It just doesn't go very well. Yeah sure they'll have some sugar free candy, but that won't be the good stuff and it will be very slim pickings. I didn't know though. Everything was new and I wanted to try their dish of some sort.
It was quick service, but that isn't what I'm reviewing. The Grilled Cheese Sandwich: All foods are artwork, but just like famous paintings their are always fakes and copies. That is what this grilled cheese was like. There was no pazza! or anything to set it aside from other grilled cheese sandwiches. It was fake all around. Fake cheese, fake processed white bread, probable fake butter aka margin, inside a fake plastic red basket with a liner to keep that clean. But hey to give it a little credit, it was pretty cheap food and it did fill me up. So thinking about it and applying it to Patino's standards; what does this piece of artwork say? The theme is that America is getting fake and cheap.
We have fast foods with dollar menus and chips, soda, and candy is cheaper than a head of broccoli and whole wheat bread. We are lowering our standards in our lives by replacing real cheese with fake and adding American to make it seem like this new kind of cheese is aught to be better than everything else. And we settle with it because it is cheaper and money controls everything. I ate most of my meal too. Why? Not really cause I enjoyed it, but because I was paying for it.
My french fries were just ordinary as well. If you can eat and enjoy them without ketchup, ranch, etc, then you have some good fries. These ones I had to eat with ketchup because if not they tasted bland and flavorless. And you have to understand that I love French Fries and enjoy trying all the different kinds there are. So for me to say that these french fries are pretty bland is pretty reliable.
So what did I learn? Well, I knew food was art, but the meaning you could get out of it was new to me. Food has a lot to say. Whoever knew that America (the artist) was producing a whole lot of fakes and copies and few gems and priceless pieces of work. No get me wrong I love a lot of food and a lot of things, but Not Cho Mama's was right. There interpretation of a grilled cheese sandwich and fries is not my mama's interpretation. She cooks homemade fries and whole wheat with real cheese sandwiches. It just proves that nothing can be as good as your mama's cooking.