The McRib sandwich has landed in Peoria and it’s only available till December 1st. Check it out, it even made the news. But then so did Kim Kardashian’s ass, so take it for what it’s worth! Anyway, people make such a big deal out of this sandwich and I’ve never understood it. There’s a website devoted to McRib sightings and they even have a facecrack page! Usually I shun chain restaurants, but I thought I’d make an exception and go try the elusive McRib sandwich.
We're making a pit stop here at Main Street Liquors. "Why?" you ask. Because I'm always thinking ahead, read along and you'll see.
Okay, we're at the McDonald's on University. It's kind of late and this one is open 24 hours. One can only imagine the frightening crowd that tramps through here from midnight on!
The sign tells us that we better hurry, so let's get going!
Two doors separate us from the elusive McRib, let's get through them before it mysteriously disappears like Jimmy Hoffa!
Luckily, there's not much of a crowd in here, just this one woman waiting on her McMeal.
I have a brief panic attack as I don't see the McRib on the McMenu! The sign did say to hurry, were we not quick enough?
As I glanced to my left I saw this sign and heaved a sigh of McRelief. The saucy McRib is back. Okay, time to order one and see what all this hubbub is about!
This gentleman behind the counter took my order. The way he's all wired up with that microphone brought me a Britney Spears separated at birth moment!
The order is being prepared. Along with the McRib I got a vanilla milkshake. The fries and milkshakes are two of the few things I actually like at Mickey D's on the rare occasion I step into one.
Okay, the McRib transaction has been completed, let's sit over here and give it a taste test.
Uh, oh, better be quiet, looks like this fellow is sleeping off a Big Mac attack.
The box promises, "Tangy Temptation," well, let's open it up and see about that.
Oh my, that doesn't look very appetizing at all! The pickles are transparent and the sauce looks like it's all congealed and nasty. What a McMess!
As I frighteningly prepare to take a bite out of this McScary sandwich, the sandwich itself appears to be throwing up. I'm really not McLoving this right now!
I just took a bite and it's every bit as bad as this photo suggests. The meat is grey and spongy and the sauce is sickeningly sweet. I would call the taste of this sandwich, "McShit on a McShingle."
And like so much of the McDonald's crap they serve, a decidedly foul aftertaste lingers in your mouth forever just like "The Thing That Wouldn't Leave."
But I've come prepared with an antidote for the horrible flavor that's tap dancing around on my tastebuds after that horrific bite of the McRib...
Remember the stop at the liquor store at the top of this post? Well, say hello to my little friends!
We'll just take the top off of this milkshake...
And it's a one...
And a two...
And a three and in grand Lawrence Welk style we've got a magical McCocktail to wipe away the taste and memory of the foul McRib.
Now this, I'm McLoving! We'll see you all tomorrow!
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