Without looking at the photo below, try to guess what this guy is holding in his hand. No cheating! It’s obviously some type of building material, right? Perhaps it’s a chunk of drywall. Or maybe it’s a piece of corrugated cardboard cut from a box used to ship a flatscreen TV. Right?
Nope, it’s “food.”
Say hello to a frozen, pre-cooked McRib. I don’t get how these fast food companies manage to stay in business. I just don’t.
Can your tongue get stuck to this thing the way it does to a frozen light pole? I’m hoping that the person who took this photo will answer that question. Those are the best pictures, the ones where people violate your food before serving it to you.
In the meantime, I’m eating at home.
Oh maaaannnnnn!
And I love the McRib. Or used to.
Some processed food is so processed that it isn’t food anymore.
Frozen McRibs might sell in New York City, but only because we don’t know good barbecue from cardboard here. You can’t get good cornbread here, either.
On the other hand, the rest of the world doesn’t have our nice, fat bagels, really great deli food, scrumptious cheesecake or Nathan’s hot dogs. They more than make up for the lack of appreciation of real barbecue ribs.
I’m speechless!
McRibs never do well here in Kansas City — where we know what BBQ ribs should be! I would say the frozen McRib “pales” in comparison!