No one's nostalgic for the Dinkytown McD's. But some of us are nostalgic for who they were when they went there.
I think the author of this article laid it on pretty thick.
But to be fair, they were of an older generation of U of M alums, born to complain about the corporate raising of our beloved Dinkytown.
I have many fond memories of that McDonald’s. Back when I ate there, it certainly was a chance to, as they say in the article, “soak up the suds.”
My fondest memory there was right after Blarney’s closed the night I met my wife. I remember enjoying a burger and continuing our discussion on which animals would win in a fight.
The pull quote I chose for this piece, though, is right. I don’t care about McDonald’s. I just miss simpler times.
And maybe they’re simpler because they were manufactured in a way. My life isn’t manufactured much at all these days, leaving me in a constant state of anxiety and fear of what’s to come.
Maybe the closing of that McDonald’s aught to symbolize the start of something better. For myself, and for the next generation of alumni who pine for things to just stay the same for just a little longer.