I admit, I didn't ask what a McGriddle actually was... I thought that it was a sourdough bun, and seeing as I don't really like the english muffin style that McDonalds uses on its McMuffins, I thought this would be a nice alternative... holy fuck, I may as well have asked for a bag of sugar... sadly, the fucking thing didn't really taste all that bad... this is on the McDonalds food rating scale... ie. it would get a 7 out of 10 McRating from me, in comparison to the rest of their menu, however, in real world food ratings, I'd still give it a 1 or a 2... (poison by any other name...)
So Friday I had to do training in Mabou at 11 am, so I was up at 5:30am and on the road by 7am... I wasn't hungry at the time I set out, but by the time I got to Antigonish I could have eaten my car door... so I went in and had a McGriddles... even the fucking name should have set off alarms in my head, but I'll attribute it to the fact I was overtired and ravenous... it made me feel ever so slightly ill... later that day after the ill effects had worn off I was ravenous again and decided to get a burger, I had been craving a burger for about three days... sigh... I had a Dairy Queen Bacon Double Cheeseburger... holy fuck, more poison... I was ill for the rest of the day...
Moral of the story: If you eat poison, you'll probably feel ill.
Fucking fast food bastards.
