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In Which I Underestimated McRib’s Cultural Relevance…

I thought liking the McRib in 1994 was my embarrassing childhood secret, but everyone on earth seems to be on the McRib bandwagon now.

McDonald’s has a “Legends of McRib” ad campaign in which, if I understand correctly, you can make up a back story for the McRib and potentially win a trip to Germany. Which makes perfect sense! (And part of me is actually tempted to enter. What the heck? That’s what less-than-full-time-employment is for, right?)

Speaking of which: Gothamist mentioned it in an ad for a job I want so badly I might actually die. (ZOMG, Gothamist, if I have to break out into Abba’s Take a Chance on Me like they do at the end of Mamma Mia!, I will.)

Former New York Times reporter and forever-cooler-than-you-because-her-middle-name-is-a-number writer Jenny 8. Lee said it is one of her five favorite foods.

Even Stephen Colbert had a McRib monologue.

Re: Colbert’s point on bones, presumably (or quite obviously) a satiric jab at mass food production: Yes, as noted before, it’s a little weird if you think about why it doesn’t have bones. But, at the same time, even nice places have boneless ribs! Case in point: Brooklyn BBQ/whiskey joint Char No. 4 has spare ribs on its menu that, as T would say, are “banging.” (In other words, I liked them.) Although, then again, they were not actually on the menu when I dined there (the dish was a nightly special) and so, together, the McRib and Char No. 4’s spare ribs may prove that boneless ribs the world over are a fleeting phenomenon…

Although, sadly, I was not as nuts about Char No. 4’s bacon-jalapeno cornbread as I thought I would be. The flaw was perhaps with the cornbread itself: Too dry. Although more bacon and/or jalapenos would have helped. (It did, however, inspire me to add bacon and/or jalapenos to *my* cornbread next time…

Image via McDonald’s. (Thanks.)

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What do drink way up North…from a proud member of the Sourtoe Cocktail Club.

I have been remiss again! But…allow me to make up for some lost time.

I just flew in from Tucson (by way of Seattle) on Alaska Airlines because my parents have a gazillion frequent flier miles. And flying makes me a little, you know, nervous…so I usually buy trashy celeb magazines to distract myself during takeoff. But at one point during one of the flights, I was actually reading the in-flight magazine…and I came across an ad for a bar in Anchorage called “Darwin’s Theory” and it made me laugh because it says the owner is the world’s biggest seller of cinnamon schnapps *and* that the Anchorage Daily News said it has the best popcorn and the best jukebox in the city.

This, of course, vaguely reminds me of the Downtown Hotel in Dawson City, Yukon Territory and its infamous Sourtoe Cocktail. I was thinking — it’s too bad I wasn’t on Facebook when that whole episode took place as the photo of me and the toe would surely turn some heads. It feels a bit like cheating by putting it up now though…as if I am purposely trying to draw attention to myself. But! As I was *just* talking to friends in Seattle about this, I’ll reminisce with you a bit:

I did it with Yukon Jack even though I HATE whiskey because the Health Department declared the booze has to be a certain proof or something. The guy at the Downtown Hotel swore that Yukon Jack was the easiest way to do it…and I protested a bit, but finally relented…and remember thinking he was right and it was actually kind of lemony. Back in New York some time later, I came across Yukon Jack again and got a bit nostalgic…but it just seemed like regular stupid whiskey…and I was kind of puzzled…and my friend said, “Well, I think that maybe last time you were distracted by THE TOE.”

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