I've eaten cow's tongue and stomach and even deep-fried Rocky Mountain oysters. There is only one food item that I have vowed to never eat again -- the McChicken sandwich. I actually liked them at one point and then, probably more than 10 years ago, I ate one and saw the light. It was so terrible that I had to make a stand. It's officially the only thing on my banned food list, but it's a start.
Today my eye caught an article in the Wall Street Journal about the McRib sandwich. Remember that one? It was pretty gross. Well apparently it's been part of a marketing campaign over the years to create a "buzz" that it will be retired forever, as it should be. It's had at least three farewell tours.
I learned that this culinary delight was introduced in 1981, just two years after Bunnicula, the subject of yesterday's post. The article describes it best: The McRib actually has nothing to do with ribs. It's a boneless pork patty molded into the shape of a rib slab and adorned with pickles, onions and barbecue sauce on a bun.
Yum. Not.
So why isn't the McRib on my banned food list? Because unlike the McChicken, if I'm really, really hungry I'd consider eating it again. Hey, you can't be too picky, right?
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