As some of you know from our posts, Antonius and I are no fans of mega-corporate-franchised-fast-food garbage. And our son, now 4 1/2, has grown up on good food cooked at home with occasional meals out at the sort of chowish spots all of us here seek out and cherish. We feel proud when, for example, Lucantonius tells people his favorite ice cream spots are Freddie’s for gelato and “the German place” [Laschet’s] for regular ice cream.
But unless one wants to go the survivalist route and hole up in an Idaho cabin with no contact with the outside world, other influences are going to enter into a child’s life. And it’s not just his pre-school classmates, the ones whose culinary ideal is Dunkin Donuts donut holes. More insidious is the corporate sponsorship of apparently admirable initiatives. Here’s one example, from the pre-school: one day out of the week each of the “friends” (new term for children, by the way) was encouraged to bring a book and talk about it. Those who did a book report each of the weeks was rewarded at the end of the two month period with a special treat: a coupon for a free pizza at Pizza Hut! (Why not a coupon for a
book instead?) Well, you know, that little piece of paper just got lost in the chaos of our house… out of sight, out of mind.
This week his busy schedule took him to the Aquarium. And there he apparently answered some question right or otherwise did something to earn a special prize. Another little piece of paper. “One free Dilly Bar from DQ.” This one, with a picture of something chocolate-y on a stick, was enticing beyond belief. He held onto it tight; Mommy had no chance to misplace this one.
Okay. I’m not a total ogre about this. I don’t object to him having something from Dairy Queen, even (as a one-time thing) before dinner. But I knew from reading LTHForum that the Dairy Queens in Chicago are few and far between. And his pre-school is on the Near South Side. I pointed out that it was a looong drive to get to a DQ. I offered to buy him something comparable (no, better!), in Pilsen, in the South Loop, in Tri-Taylor. NO NO NO! DQ DQ DQ! Talk about brand loyalty…
So we left Antonius at a local tavern with a big etymological dictionary to keep him happy and headed up to Southport and Grace in rush hour yesterday.
I can say two nice things about the DQ: it has a (small) parking lot and it has a (big) clean bathroom. Lucantonius naturally enjoyed the whole experience, but for me it was a depressing interlude in the day. The insipid taste of the Dilly Bar (chocolate covered vanilla ice cream on a stick), the frightening list of ingredients on the wrapper, the clueless staff, the totally plastic décor (faux 50s and 60s theme: old cars, Elvis pictures, Gilligan’s Island playing on TVs). As an antidote I took us across the street afterward to El Mercado where I got a lovely alfajor (Argentine cookie) for later. And back home Antonius whipped up a quick dinner of macaroni tossed with briefly sautéed zucchini and zucchini flowers from our garden, which greatly helped to get us back into balance.
Lucantonius’s verdict was that DQ was better than the McDonalds ice cream he had on another school outing (

no comment…), which he deemed “stringy”, but not worth the long drive to go back. I’m relieved to hear that, though I know we’ll have some other fast food temptation in our lives soon enough. But it really brings home how much in a minority we chowish people are: the rest of the country thinks it a splendid reward for a child, a free glob of ersatz sweet stuff on a stick. A few of us, though, would rather go across the street where an unlabeled box by the cash register contains lovely, delicate homemade cookies with an unfamiliar name.
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Amata on July 7th, 2005, 12:25 pm, edited 2 times in total.