Yesterday I could say that I don't eat fast food anymore. But that's not true today. Its been more than three months and will probably be at least three months before I do it again.

The McRib is the McNasty. But it sells because they hype it and market it as cuisine and, since its a limited time only item, they sell like hotcakes. I've had one long, long ago and it was not good but the memory of it is better than the taste.

And its kind of a creepy looking food.

Never had a McRib. It just looks vile. Never had the riblets from Applebees either. I just don't get the appeal.

Last time I was at a McD's (not my choice) I ordered a salad and an orange juice. I couldn't get either one as something had gone wrong and both were frozen solid. I had a coffee.

Never had a McRib. It just looks vile. Never had the riblets from Applebees either. I just don't get the appeal.

Last time I was at a McD's (not my choice) I ordered a salad and an orange juice. I couldn't get either one as something had gone wrong and both were frozen solid. I had a coffee.

I kinda like the McRib

*hides*

I know quite a few people that really like the mcrib. I've never had one. I do eat a fair amount of fast food, just not mcdonalds.

When I was in middle school the cafeteria had mcrib-type sandwiches sometimes (a mcrib knock-off!) that I remember being into at the time.

I've avoided mcdonalds for years though.

I figured that was what God used to create Pips.

Krusty: (in a limo) Listen, about the Ribwich. We won't be making them anymore. The animal we made them from is now extinct.
Homer: The pig?
Otto: The cow?
Krusty: You're way off. Think smaller...think more legs.
Crowd: Ewww!
I'm Spelling As Fast I Can. Apparently that episode was a parody of Requiem For A Dream. Wow

The McRib is to pork as the Big Mac is to beef -- each is like a tribute to meats untasted by its creators, made with a heavy hand of processing which has an identifiable corporate character. I'm amazed at the fungibility of the latter, actually, as if the McDonald's corporation has managed to distill its franchise into taste/texture/size/mouth feel specifications so precise, they can be stored as intellectual property somewhere, and used to program impersonal machinery that plops out otherwise unidentifiable food like substances in mega-million portion increments. It's uncanny, to a frightening degree.

That you can walk into any one of tens of thousands of retail outlets, and get various kinds of completely artificial tasting substances, that are so nearly identical that blind taste tests can not identify one sample's origin from another, is tremendous testament to the miracles of centralized commissaries, continent wide transportation networks, standardized and automated preparation, and thorough management practice. It's not that McDonald's food is actually bad, so much that it is relentlessly identical that is the off-putting thing for me.

I've eaten McRibs and Big Macs, gladly sometimes, when they've been brought me in moments where I'd otherwise been overtaken by famishing. And each time, I'm amazed at the predictability of the food, how it tastes, somehow, exactly as I remembered it tasting, and how, again, it tastes unlike anything but McDonalds. Like Elven lempas, it is food that keeps you on your feet, but doesn't satisfy hunger, and a steady diet of it isn't even recommended by those who proffer it.

I like them too.

She never visits often enough, but I don't see why anyone wouldn't like... oh. I thought we were talking about mudpuppie.