30 years ago the McRib was amazing. They used to take the pork patty and baste it in this stick sweet bbq glue sauce. When you ordered one, they’d fish one out of the basting dish with tongs and slap it into a dressed bun and serve it in a bag. You ate it in the bag because it was just so sloppy.
These days they just dress the thing like a burger - patty on, squirt of BBQ sauce on top of the patty. There is hardly any mess to it and it’s basically just a pork burger. The experience of eating it and the lack of sauce makes it feel so bland.
Back then (I worked there briefly back then) you still understood that if you dwelt on the texture or taste too long, it’d start to ruin the whole thing, so you mentally checked out while you ate it. The pickles helped, they would load it with dill pickles. Last time I had one it was so plain, the yoga mat/foam extruded texture was on full display, I threw it away after a few bites.
Finally I stopped eating McD’s entirely, I’m not going to pay through the nose for food that’s killing me anyway. Once a month the fry craving hits and I just ride it out, it passes fast. I’m not kidding. I’m in recovery from meth and alcohol, and these hyper-processed food cravings hit the same way drug cravings do.
30 years ago the McRib was amazing. They used to take the pork patty and baste it in this stick sweet bbq glue sauce. When you ordered one, they’d fish one out of the basting dish with tongs and slap it into a dressed bun and serve it in a bag. You ate it in the bag because it was just so sloppy.
These days they just dress the thing like a burger - patty on, squirt of BBQ sauce on top of the patty. There is hardly any mess to it and it’s basically just a pork burger. The experience of eating it and the lack of sauce makes it feel so bland.
Back then (I worked there briefly back then) you still understood that if you dwelt on the texture or taste too long, it’d start to ruin the whole thing, so you mentally checked out while you ate it. The pickles helped, they would load it with dill pickles. Last time I had one it was so plain, the yoga mat/foam extruded texture was on full display, I threw it away after a few bites.
Finally I stopped eating McD’s entirely, I’m not going to pay through the nose for food that’s killing me anyway. Once a month the fry craving hits and I just ride it out, it passes fast. I’m not kidding. I’m in recovery from meth and alcohol, and these hyper-processed food cravings hit the same way drug cravings do.