While I am not the biggest fan of chicken in the universe, I do occasionally eat some. Someone told me she'd tried the McChicken sandwich and found it seriously wanting.
Frankly despite my misgivings about chcken I found her complaints bordering on the excessive. Thus, a little while ago, while in the vicinity of a McDonald's (on the way back from buying and mailing anniversary cards to my grandson and his wife in Iraq -- their first) I swung into the place for a large coffee and one of those McChickens.
When I got home I took my first nibble and found the description I'd been given fairly accurate. It didn't taste very good. In fact, it didn't taste at all. So, on the off chance that I could make some improvements I got out some Durkee Famous Sauce, pepper and salt and proceeded to doctor my McChicken.
I have now met food that cannot be fixed. The McChicken is quite likely the very worst excuse for a sandwich it has ever been my displeasure to try to eat. I managed two small bites after my doctoring session, and then with apologies to my Disposal I did the deed and sent the remains on their way to the sewer.
I just hope the Ohio EPA isn't able to trace the pollution back to my house.
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