I didn't expect to like the sandwich. (I know, why order if I didn't expect to like it? I had some notion that I needed justfication for my wholesale panning of the thought...maple infused "pancake" bread paired with egg, meat, cheese. Ick). Anyhoo, I didn't expect to like it, but the sandwich was okay. I'm sure the cheese would have confirmed my initial icky thought, but sans cheese the sandwich wasn't half bad.
As a result, I've been averaging one McGriddle a week for the past several. But, I say here and now, the affair is over. Over. Over Not, however because of the sandwich. No, I still like the sandwich. But, not only is going into McD's regularly contrary to my goals (on a few fronts) it is also not the most pleasant experience.
A typical order event:
McD clerk: Welcome to McD's, may I help you / take your order ?(depends on the day / clerk)
Me: I'd like a medium coffee, one cream (on the side) no sugar.
McD clerk: How many sugars?
Me: No sugar.
McD clerk: No sugar?
Me: No. No sugar --I'm sure I've mentioned this McD trait before and one would think: lesson. learned.
McD clerk: Ok, anything else?
Me: Yes, a bacon and egg McGriddle. No cheese.
McD clerk: You want egg?
Me: Yes, egg (and bacon) but no cheese.
McD clerk: You don't want cheese?
Me: No, no cheese.
McD clerk: you want the meal or just the sandwich
Me: Just the sandwich, please.
Each and every time, the only variation is the greeting. So, while the sandwich satisfied and itch I didn't even expect to have, the thrill is definitely gone.
We're getting a Dunkin' D's in the neighborhood (eventually, slowest construction, except for the transformation of the building that is due to become a Chicken and Waffles establishment). But fear not, I will not be lured there for my quickie breakfast fixes. Their breakfast sandwich is narsty. Double Icky. And the ordering experience can be as vexing.