I avoid fast food, about the only place I'll eat at is subway.
Subways is practically a death sentence. Whatever they pump into their breads in the way of preservatives, makes me sluggish the next day, achy and with ankles that look to be descendants of 50 year old sycamore trees.
I fell in love with Burger King early and Wendy's always satisfied me as well. Even if they are cooking their fries in pink slimed beef drippings, the taste is enough to lift my spirits on a gloomy day.
Arby's scared me when I noticed the 'cheese' was dribbling off the sides and it was ice cold.