So do I. Not every day, but every once in a while, a good quarter-pounder hits the spot. And once in a blue moon I actually develop a craving for a Big Mac.
I've never felt the need to bash McDonald's, which to my mind has always served a genuine need.
Plus, in general their bathrooms are clean and available when you are on the road and need to make a pitstop.
It sure beats stopping at your state of XX rest stop frequented by homosexual men.