Somewhere the beast is waiting for you. A meat patty shaped to look like rib bones, but without actual bones. It is the McRib I speak of....but not too loudly, for I don't want to waken it.
The Wall Street Journal tells tale of the lengths to which McRib enthusiasts go, telling a story of desperation mixed with unhealthy obsession. To hear the Journal tell it, the McRib is the girl who got away, the ghost that appears out of the gloaming.
There's even lamenting over a McRib locator, which has led to false sightings and apparent heartbreak over discovering that a particular McDonald's isn't stocking the sandwich. The only thing missing is a spooky theme song and an elaborate debunking of photographic evidence that the McRib exists.
The article also includes the tidbit that the McRib will be appearing on national menus beginning on November 2, but likely for a limited engagement of about six weeks. The McRib apparently remains best served in sporadic doses, so that people have enough time to forget just how dirty a sandwich a rib-shaped pork patty with no ribs can be.
I appreciate the vigor of McRib enthusiasts, just as I love the earnestness of UFO hunters and ghost trackers. I only wish that the McRib were truly like Bigfoot -- a story used to scare children around campfires. And then, when the man took a bite...he discovered that the rib patty...had...no...ribs.
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