We have had to see it by now. McDonald’s happy campaign to advertise a cult phenomenon, the McRib, for a limited time only has drawn out fans of this artery-clogging product hoping for a bite from the past. Being enticed by the idea of pork smothered in barbecue sauce, I ventured to my nearest McDonald’s to taste hailed greatness.
“It’s only around for a few more weeks, so make sure you order it again soon!” the cheerful cashier said to me as he handed me my meal. I sat down, opened the limited edition box, and stared down my pray.
Taking off the top bun, I noticed pressed meat in the pitiful shape of ribs, smothered by a sauce resembling blood with a messy garnish of onions and pickles. Intimidated by the looming stomachache, I stalled having to eat the meat by chowing down some French fries.
Dealing with the internal conflict of eating surely processed meat, I decided to take my first bite. My only negative critique of the sandwich was that it excessively chewy, but other than that the taste was how people convinced me it was, tasty.
Although the headache from the meal that lingered will keep me from ever trying the McRib again, it was easily an unforgettable experience digesting a piece of pop culture history. The sandwich is only around for a few more weeks, so get it while you can.
