Yesterday we went to McDonald's as a family treat. The store in the south part of town has been remodeled and had a new Playland installed. The Happy Meal toys were Barbies and Hot Wheels. The kids were ecstatic. My wife is chasing the elusive dream of winning Mickey D's annual monopoly game. My beloved Southern Style Chicken Sandwich is one of the items that comes with game pieces. Everybody was happy.
Everybody should've been happy. Then I looked at the menu. My new favorite sandwich is $2.99. Some time in the recent past, ( it's only been three months since they released the sandwich) the price had tripled. Tripled! Let me say that a third time, because it TRIPLED! Get me addicted and then jack up the price?! I thought only crack dealers did that.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The Sauce Manifesto
I hate how everything advertised lately in fast food commercials seems to have a "Special sauce". Mind you, most commercials don't use that exact phrase, because Micky D's trademarked it years ago. The ads still imply special-ness, but the various sauces are anything but. Chipotle, jalapeno, ranch, bacon, cheddar, mushroom, the list goes on. Then they start with the adjectives and cognates, i.e. tasty honey-mustard peppercorn ranch. That's really an advertised sauce.
Every time I taste one, it turns out to be a lot of mayonnaise mixed with a little ______ (insert ingredient here). It's almost always, with few exceptions, N-A-S-T-Y. On top of that, the kitchen employees seem to have instructions to slather the stuff all over my food.
I can pinpoint the moment my distaste for these sauces started . The steak quesadilla at Taco Bell used to be one of my favorite fast food items ever. I was addicted to the combination of steak, cheese, and green chilis on a toasted tortilla. One day(several years ago), the TV is blaring on about the new and improved sauce on the steak quesadilla. So the next day at lunch, I decide to check it out. The green chilis were gone. They'd been replaced with what was obviously (you guessed it) a lot of mayonnaise mixed with a little of the signature Taco Bell sauce that comes in those little orange packets. It was nasty and they slathered it on. I've been justifiably suspicious of special/new/savory/improved/tasty/creamy/spicy sauces ever since.
Every time I taste one, it turns out to be a lot of mayonnaise mixed with a little ______ (insert ingredient here). It's almost always, with few exceptions, N-A-S-T-Y. On top of that, the kitchen employees seem to have instructions to slather the stuff all over my food.
I can pinpoint the moment my distaste for these sauces started . The steak quesadilla at Taco Bell used to be one of my favorite fast food items ever. I was addicted to the combination of steak, cheese, and green chilis on a toasted tortilla. One day(several years ago), the TV is blaring on about the new and improved sauce on the steak quesadilla. So the next day at lunch, I decide to check it out. The green chilis were gone. They'd been replaced with what was obviously (you guessed it) a lot of mayonnaise mixed with a little of the signature Taco Bell sauce that comes in those little orange packets. It was nasty and they slathered it on. I've been justifiably suspicious of special/new/savory/improved/tasty/creamy/spicy sauces ever since.
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