Like a horrid and vile tasting boomerang yanked out of a dumpster filled with dirty diapers and a new strain of Covid 19, the McRib is back!
I haven’t had one of these horrific, vomit-inducing sandwiches since back in 2014.
So this week I’ve decided to take a break from the fast food chicken sandwich tour and get in the McMBIP McMobile and head over to the drive-though lane at Mickey D’s.
Here we are at the McDonald’s in Pioneer Park in Peoria.
Holy shitballs, check out the sign, they must have bugged the MBIP World Headquarters!
I hate this drive-through, there’s two lanes and you have to merge to get to the drive-through window. It’s always a struggle with near fender benders happening but I managed to get through and we’re now in line.
And through the magic of these here interwebs, here we are back at the MBIP World Headquarters Dining area.
The packaging has chenged since our last McRib seven years ago.
The sandwich looks frightening and sloppy all at the same time.
The pickles are particularly anemic and they’re almost transparent.
When you pick up the sandwich, it almost looks like it’s throwing up, which is what I’ll probably be doing after I take a bite of this foul food creation.
Okay, here we go…
Oof, it’s every bit as horrific as I remember from seven years ago.
The sauce is sickeningly sweet with a gasoline after-taste and the meat is spongey, grey and almost impossible to swallow.
Oh no, a horrific mental picture has just happened while I’m thinking about vile tasting spongey grey meat…this is like eating Paula Deen’s pussy after she pours rancid BBQ sauce all over it.
Aaaahhh…must…abandon…sandwich…now!
I tossed it into the McTrash where it belongs.
Bon Voyage Mr. McRib, I hope I don’t see you next year. Long may you rot.
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