The first was the Camel Snus experiment and the second was just documentation of a rad hang out where we ate a bunch of shitty food, drank pumpkin beer, and went to see Paranormal Activity.
We've been wanting to step up our experiments for a long time and agreed, before the holidays, that we would be willing, for science, to sample a McRib and see what all the hub bub was about.
Thing is, we couldn't do it alone. We needed some experienced McRib eaters and some fellow virgins to join us on our mission.
Here are the results:
Celebrate him!
Jake accompanied me to McDonald's as an assistant.
He is acquainted with the McRib.
They are both rad graphic designers with rippin' senses of humor!
I dig them for sure!
Generally, I hate to go to McDonald's.
Not really because everyone says I'm supposed to hate it, but because when I eat it...it always makes me feel like shit.
And sadly, every once in a while, I have to test the theory and always realize what a dire mistake it is.
I wanted to laugh, but the woman taking my order seemed pretty serious about the whole thing.
I had sort of a vague fear that they'd run out of McRibs.
In all, with my order and Jake's & Eric's - we ordered 11 McRibs.
Many of the orders were meal deals...with sodas...one with extra BBQ.
It sickened and excited me!
Also, it made my car smell like a french fry!
He was psyched!
RISK TAKER!
We needed a group pic.
Jake, Ned, Eric, Craig, Michelle, Me, Scott, and Adam
Quite frankly, the idea of eating one was terrifying, but TWO?!
Craig was spirited about the whole thing, as was Ned.
Michelle was skeptical...
And Adam was downright nervous.
I couldn't blame him...I didn't know where to start either.
I took a bite.
And it was weird.
They taste like pork, chicken nuggets, and other stuff that explicitly tastes like McDonald's...but nothing that you can put your finger on or, better yet, give a name to.
It's sort of soft, gristly, but the texture is familiar and you eat it even if you feel uncomfortable about it.
It's strangely pressed into the shape of a bun sized set of ribs.
Pressed to look like bones.
Pressed.
Ugh.
That's the way to do it!
The McRib lovers would do it again in a split second.
The newbies were weirded out...
And me, I'll never eat one again.
Run down in a way that even a fountain soda couldn't fix.
What did we learn?
Pressed meat sandwiches aren't for everyone, but it's fun trying to figure out what they are all about!
Have a suggestion for another office experiment?
Let me know!
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