So I had my first McRib Sandwich. It was a surreal experience for me. I wasn't expecting a brisket lovingly slow-smoked over oak and then hand-sliced. I wasn't expecting a hunk of pork lovingly slow-smoked over hickory and then hand-pulled. I wasn't expecting ribs or sausage, or even chicken.
But, as I've been eating "barbecue" of all sorts for some six decades, I guess I was expecting some sort of meat texture.
The sauce was fine - if you like the typical tomato-based sweet and tangy type sauce and, although that's sure not my favorite type of BBQ sauce, I do like it okay.
But, try as I might, I gleaned no "meat" texture whatsoever. It was just this odd, rather glutinous, flavorless mass of something; exactly what, I could not discern.
Luckily, there were onions and pickles, so there was some texture. But the onions and pickles were the only real texture I encountered.
Chewing that thing, searching for some sort of meat texture, and finding none, was truly one of the weirdest and most surreal food experiences I think I've ever had.
And one I don't think I'll be repeating.
I'd rather put a pork butt into a crockpot and dump in a bottle of barbecue sauce and stew it until it falls apart. At least my tongue could find, hiding under that strong sweet & tangy sauce, something that resembles actual meat.
Edited by Jaymes, 04 December 2013 - 06:57 PM.