ARE YOU READY FOR CREEM COUNTRY?
If you don’t love Americana, you can go back to Russiana


The United States of America is a land of contrasts. Neither a success nor a catastrophe (despite what absolutists on either side will tell you), America is like a diner that stays open late, where the meat is under-or overcooked, the wall art is nothing but dead celebrities (with Elvis being the only one who made it past 40), but the french fries are fucking delicious. Not only are you allowed to smoke inside, but the management will also call you a pussy if you don’t. As the waitstaff is paid in $5 Walmart gift cards and handguns, tipping is strongly encouraged. Oh, and if you try to order off the menu, the owners will have your dad thrown out of a helicopter and replaced with a new dad who appreciates fantastic portions at a reasonable price. Which would maybe be a deal-breaker if the jukebox wasn’t so stacked with absolute bangers. If all that sounds untenable, you clearly haven’t tried the fries.