A Reason to Not Commit Suicide: Long John Silver's

When I tell people about how much I like Long John Silver's, my admiration is usually met with repulsion. "Eeeew, how can you eat seafood at a fast food place??" My response: Give it a chance. Seriously, I challenge anyone to go Long John's, order the Super Sampler platter, and tell me that it's not the best fast food they've ever had. The fried shrimp, the fish, the chicken, the glob of cole slaw, and most of all the Hush Puppies-it's the perfect meal. I will give you the nine dollars you paid for it if it isn't. I usually go here about five times a year or so, and it's almost always on a day when I've lost faith in humanity or am in the midst of an existential crisis. There's just something about downing an overflowing plate of golden-fried perfection and ringing that bell on the way out that makes everything seem OK.

Thank you, Long John Silver's. You're a reason to not commit suicide.