I had the McRib tonight. I decided around 4 PM tonight was the night it was going down. I came home and told Marc after our bike ride I wanted to hit up McDonald's for my BBQ dream. He was ecstatic since he loves Big Macs and Filet-O-Fish more than me.
I don't think I've had a McRib for about a year and couldn't remember if I really, truly loved the sandwich as much as I thought, or if it had just been hyped up in my head. There really isn't a worse feeling than getting excited about something (food) and then it sucks hard. So we rolled through the drive-thru. I got my McRib minus the pickles (they suck--you know it, I know it). I got home and opened the box--what happened to them being wrapped by the way? I mean, I love the box, but the wrapper seemed so much more environmentally friendly.
I took a bite.....YUM! I took another bit....Mmmmm. Each bite, more delicious than the last Seriously. Ask Marc, I made an audible positive review about my dining experience after every bite. My only complaint is that there isn't more sauce (I will ask for extra sauce next time) and that it's not bigger. However, I think the later has to do with my lack of portion control.
So there you have it. I give the McRib 2 forks up.
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