It's Baaaa-aaack!

We're talkin' about the McRib, ya'll. That's right. We said "McRib." Say it loud, say it proud: we heart the McRib. Let us preface this post by saying that we rarely ever find ourselves at the MickeyD's, especially in a town that offers us so many quick, good fast food of the non-world-domination variety. However, being a sucker for processed-meat (sausage, hot dogs, spam...), we have a special place in our heart for the McRib. And MickyD's, those bastards, toy with us by taking it off the menu, then putting it back on, then telling us it's the "third and final McRib farewell tour", forcing us to sign their online petition and making all our friends sign it to bring back the McRib...and now here it is again. *sigh* And all is right in our world.

The McRib - it's soft buns with the cornmeal dusting (or is that cardboard shavings?) protecting that perfect patty of a mystery meat, thoughtfully shaped to look like fake ribs, then drowned in a pool of overly sweet bbq sauce. A half-assed scattering of chopped onions and a slice of pickle (two, if you're lucky) round out the perfect guilty indulgence. Who knows how much longer it'll be on the menu, but there are four meals to every day so....

Look. Don't judge. Yea, we know you're judging us. We understand that we could lose some credibility as a food critic for loving a piece of meat that is manufactured to look like it has fake bones. But we all have our secret indulgences (albeit, some are a bit more disturbing than others...we're not quite sure where this indulgence lands on the "that ain't right" scale, but it is what it is and we're not shy to admit it. Hmmm...perhaps this post is just a personal therapy session for us to embrace our McRib habit...first, admit there is a problem...). We're sure many of you out there are scurred to try the McRib (as you should be) or you did and you don't want to admit you liked it. Don't hate it because you ate it. Embrace it.

Ahh the McRib. Christmas came early this year.