I’m sure this has happened to you.
You awaken — bright-eyed and excited about the day — but then you feel the pang deep in your belly.
You want a McRib.
It’s like a BBQ fever dream where someone said, “What if we took a boneless rack of ribs but made it look like it still had bones, then slathered it in a sauce that tastes like a combination of summertime and falsehoods?”
It’s the sandwich equivalent of that friend who shows up uninvited but somehow makes the night unforgettable.
The McRib — a sandwich I love and oddly, I find myself craving this morning.
Where oh where could you be, you glorious sandwich?
Fear not. Several McRib finders exist online. Tragically, the only McRib sightings of late have been in Europe. North America, at least for the moment, is bereft of the McRib.
So much for that bright-eyed excitement to start my day.
If you want to read about someone with the same affection for the McRib as me, this quick, illustrated piece by Tony Wolf in the New York Times is lovely.
