Imagine if angels performed a miracle that allowed a tater tot and a McDonald's hashbrown to produce a child, after which someone found the least expensive way to replicate that product by mundane and industrial means.
Hearty, weighty, and substantial, yet still crispy on the outside while soft on the inside.
I like to use the sauce packets to draw little designs on them, elevating an already divine side dish into the perfect amuse-bouche.
I have a fridge in my garage that my mother wanted to throw away. No ice or water dispenser, no french doors, no digital displays or buttons, no smart features... My beer is just as cold as anyone else's.
That a market exists for this kind of horseshit confounds me. Want a big fridge? Sure. Fancy color to match your cabinets? Makes sense, I suppose. Ice dispenser? Yeah, that's cool. Beeps when the door is left open too long? Actually kinda handy.
Adding a surveillance device that's loaded with ads and serves no practical purpose while simultaneously being yet another over priced, sloppily designed, and poorly built subsystem that can break is so ludicrously inane that it can only be a sign of the further decline of western civilization.