I am slightly ashamed that it took me 30 years to try a McDonald’s McGriddle, but here we are. I should arguably note that while my sister and I were growing up, McDonald’s was not something we ate. Ever. My mom tried her best to keep us away from fast food whenever possible, and as much as I appreciate her looking out for us, I can say with utmost confidence that now that I’m married and out of the house, I am a frequent patron of McDonald’s.
Is it the best quality of food to ingest? Hell no. Is it delicious? Yes.
Blaine and I usually have McDonald’s on weekends as a treat, but this past week, I had to get some bloodwork done. It was fasting bloodwork, and because I wasn’t able to eat anything for 12 hours prior to the appointment, by the time I was finished, I was ravenous. I tend to get rather shaky and light-headed when I don’t eat for an extended period of time, and because I was a little leery to drive home in such a state, I decided to visit the McDonald’s that was, rather conveniently, located right next to the clinic I visited.
I haven’t sampled much of McDonald’s breakfast, and while browsing the menu, something called a McGriddle caught my eye. I had never had one, nor had I heard of them, so I decided to get the Bacon, Egg and Cheese version.
When I got back into my truck and took a bite, I honestly had to take a pause and acknowledge how damn tasty this thing was. The ‘buns’ of the sandwich are actually mini pancakes, making the entire experience a wonderfully sweet and salty affair.
McGriddles are the shit, and I plan to try another kind at some point. If you’ve never had one, consider this a sign to try one.
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