... Put your biscuits in the oven
OK. Screw you, McDonalds.
It's bad enough that I can't get a delicious breakfast sandwich for less than, oh, a thousand calories and that there are more fat grams in any one of your breakfast combos than in the entire Cheesecake Factory chain. It's bad enough that I have to wait, inexplicably, for eight minutes to order a damn Sausage McMuffin despite the fact that there are 5 employees at the counter and only seven people in line. Fine, whatever.
... But do you think you could get my damn order right? I mean how hard is it? "Sausage McMuffin" is not even CLOSE to sounding like "Bacon, Egg, and Cheese Biscuit with Mayo". Because, omfg liek wtf is that gross shit?
And see, I'd boycott it entirely as I should have done after watching Supersize Me. (And I have, mostly). But... the wafting. Ohhhhh the wafting. Coming off the train at South Station in the morning, before having eaten any breakfast, dreading yet another day at The Inferno, I've gotta say that McDonald's smells pretty amazing. I know I'll feel grotesque about 15 minutes after eating, but this morning when the sweet, savory scent slithered up my nose, I was hooked.
Now, I'm just pissed. Bleh. Yuck.
It's bad enough that I can't get a delicious breakfast sandwich for less than, oh, a thousand calories and that there are more fat grams in any one of your breakfast combos than in the entire Cheesecake Factory chain. It's bad enough that I have to wait, inexplicably, for eight minutes to order a damn Sausage McMuffin despite the fact that there are 5 employees at the counter and only seven people in line. Fine, whatever.
... But do you think you could get my damn order right? I mean how hard is it? "Sausage McMuffin" is not even CLOSE to sounding like "Bacon, Egg, and Cheese Biscuit with Mayo". Because, omfg liek wtf is that gross shit?
And see, I'd boycott it entirely as I should have done after watching Supersize Me. (And I have, mostly). But... the wafting. Ohhhhh the wafting. Coming off the train at South Station in the morning, before having eaten any breakfast, dreading yet another day at The Inferno, I've gotta say that McDonald's smells pretty amazing. I know I'll feel grotesque about 15 minutes after eating, but this morning when the sweet, savory scent slithered up my nose, I was hooked.
Now, I'm just pissed. Bleh. Yuck.