I’ve been a long time fan of the McRib at McDonald’s. The first time I had one it seemed to have the perfect blend of flavors for my unsophisticated tongue. The processed pork pressing with sweet barbecue sauce was a perfect marriage with the thin sour pickle slices and uncooked onion shavings. I knew that as a whole, it was a pretty un-natural looking thing but it sure tasted good.
The only thing that sucks about the McRib is that it is a seasonal food item and I have a craving for one every time we stop by the golden arches. (Yes, growing up all our local McDonald’s, all one of them, had the building with the arches.)
When McRib season rolls around, I make it a point to add to my cholesterol count by chowing down on one of these beauties. Recently, I was at our local mall looking for some last-minute birthday gifts for my wife and daughter. I decided to hop on the escalator and take it up to the food court to fulfil my destiny. That was when I noticed an interesting couple of gentlemen at the bottom of the moving stairs.
I guess at some point in your life you just say WTF. If it’s time for a nap, it’s time for a nap. I just wish Mettman had been there with me. I know we could have come up with something interesting to liven up the situation.
I finally made it to the food court and bought what I had so long sought. Oh McRib, I love you so.
Welcome home to where you belong Weinerman!
Home is where the McRib lands in my tummy!