A Very Large Small At Wendy’s
Wednesday, September 7th, 2011I stopped at a Wendy’s for lunch today. Hadn’t planned on it, but circumstances necessitated it. I don’t normally get combos if I’m eating at such a restaurant, but the chain has been touting their new fries so much, i figured–what the heck, I’ll get a combo.
Small, medium, or large? the order-taker asked me.
How big’s a small drink? I asked her.
20 oz, came the reply.
Say what?! How big’s a large?
40 oz.
Are you kidding me? They ought to rename the sizes extra large, mammoth, and ridiculously huge. And they ought to offer a small, medium, and large to go along with them. I don’t know about you, but I find 8 oz. of soda to be just right, 12 oz. to be slightly excessive, and 16 oz. to be too much. To just jump right into the deep end and label a 20 oz drink as ’small’ is mind-boggling, annoying, and just plain rude.
I don’t know if you’ve looked at a soda nutrition facts label lately, but the caloric and sugar information is given based on an 8 oz. portion. For the root beer I wound up getting today because it would have cost me more not to get it, 8 oz of soda is worth 110 calories and 30g of sugar. Doing the math, a 20 oz. ’small’ if fully consumed provides 275 calories and 75g of sugar; a 40 oz. ‘large’ is 550 calories and 150g of sugar.
Why is the average American fat and either diabetic or pre-diabetic? In part because they can save money by consuming more sugar and more empty calories.
I’m sure Wendy’s isn’t alone in trying to pass off 2.5 x the suggested serving size as being ’small,’ but I’d allege that every corporation that has policies in place that push such ridiculousness on the public is culpable for the related health problems that accompany them. I’d also allege that trying to advertise their way into being perceived as a healthful choice on the basis of offering fresh fruit on the menu is akin to taking one straw off the camel’s back and claiming to have lightened the load.
Deity-smitten, maternal-intercoursing, smug, nonsensical fast food corporations can stick their healthy images in their rectum so long as they participate in such undeniable and insulting foolishness. I’d go so far as to allege that they were born out of wedlock and deserve to dine on fecal matter and decease.
I’m just saying.