Seven Eleven.
In America, it's home with a slurpee, the big gulp, coming in a rainbow of artificial colors.
The big bite hot dog rotating under a heat lamp, bright yellow nacho cheese, rows of chips, shelves of candy bars.
Yesterday, I popped into one by the office.
All right, I'm in Lower Manhattan, and I'm about to go into a Seven Eleven.
Definitely lots of soda and stuff that you'd expect in a normal Seven Eleven.
And like these, I don't even know what you call them.
Like, taquitos or something, like crunchy with like cheese or chicken inside.
And then you got your big gulp options here.
My gosh, the big gulp is so big.
I decided to pick up a classic slurpee.
I went with Coke flavored.
There's some cherry mixed in there as well.
Wow, it's really sugary.
And I mean, it tastes good.
I'm not going to lie.
But I don't think I could have more than one of these a decade, honestly.
But I wasn't at Seven Eleven for culinary reasons.
I was there for journalism.
Because right now, Seven Eleven is a subject of a major bidding war.