Growing up in the '70’s, the Big Mac was a rite of passage for me. I remember asking my grandfather whether he thought I was ready to graduate from the cheeseburger. He said, “let’s find out.” It was a great day.
On the rare occasions I go anymore, I’m always torn between the Big Mac (extra sauce, please) and the Filet-O-Fish. More often than I’d like to admit, I succumb to my inability to make decisions and get both.
He must have heard that @lectroid had still never tried his creation.
What can I say? I’m a filet-o-fish kinda guy.
Did you know you can get DOUBLE filet-o-fish any time? Not just when they offer the cheap special on fridays around easter?
This is dangerous knowledge
“The Big Mac had two previous names, both of which failed in the marketplace: the Aristocrat, which consumers found difficult to pronounce and understand, and Blue Ribbon Burger.”
Sigh. Yet another example of America failing to apply itself.