I like the McRib. I don’t care if is an over-processed meat-like product.
This sandwich etched a permanent place in my heart in the summer of 2000, and has stayed there every since.
The summer of 2000 was my first apartment, the first time I’ve been dumped (by a girl I had dated for nearly 4 years), my first summer at college, and the first time I bought something stupid while drunk.
My priorities were pretty different, mostly I wanted to have sex with anyone female and wanted to drink much much more than I do know primarily for the purposes of being inebriated. I was pretty constantly confused, or searching diligently to figure out who I was.
But the McRib, which lies squarely in the middle of the Five Star Day, will always be a part of that wonderful growing-up experience. That day still stands out in my mind as one of the great days where nothing particularly important happened, and it was great anyway. And that is why every time I see the McRib back on the menu at McDonalds I feel compelled to eat one.
If you are feeling adventurous and curious about the pre-Vineyard and pre-Lauren Ben, go ahead and check out the link that I wrote about my “Five Star Day”, and browse through some of the other posts from my “Old Website” category. I curse more frequently and more creatively in those posts than I do now, but some of it is fun to go back over for me, so maybe you will like it too.