An Austrian Euro Cent to be exact. I must have been given this in change at some point. Some goof thought it was a penny and didn't realize they were actually over paying me. That made me .45 (by today's rate) better off. I am not sure when I will spend my new found riches yet. Maybe on a McRib. Or better yet, a new bottle of Makers Mark to replace the fallen soldier from yesterday.
It is with great sadness that I announce I will now refrain from making fun of the McRib. Via a link I found at the Boy Genius' site, I see it has been chosen as one of the best sandwiches in the America according to Esquire magazine. Don't get me wrong. Just because Esquire claims it to be a goof sandwich doesn't mean it suddenly is. But to be included in the company of those other sandwiches does carry some clout. After going through the first five listings I was hungry. Especially after reading the description of the Cuban Meat sandwich from Paseo in Seattle.
No place in Seattle could care less whether you come in than Paseo. The shoe-box
shack has no sign, takes no credit. Has so few seats that devotees eat outside
on the trunks of their cars. What keeps them returning? The milagro that is the
Cuban meat sandwich: marinated, slow-cooked pork ganged into a baguette
slathered with garlicky mayonnaise, then mounded again with cilantro, jalapeños,
and fat O’s of caramelized onions. Seattle’s a long way from Cuba, but this
sandwich erases every mile. (4225 Fremont Avenue North; 206-545-7440)
That sounds like one awesome eating experience. My mouth was watering just reading it. Man does that just scream delicious.
So it is no more bagging on the McRib from me. I may even get one when it comes around for its triumphant return trip. Or better yet, I will find a real rib sandwich somewhere.