Two days ago my gf had a few bites left of a McDonald’s cheeseburger and offered it to me. I took one bite and said “No thanks”. That she not taste or feel like food. The kicker is that she then offered it to the cat, who will eat anything. I will swear to whatever god you believe in, that cat turned his head away like she was presenting a decayed corpse. She tried two more times and he literally ran away from this burger.
The fact that this shit is overpriced on top of being horrible food adds insult to injury. I don’t understand how McDonald’s was ever popular to begin with.
When I was deployed, we had a dog at one of our checkpoints that would hang out and follow us. She would eat any MRE we gave her, except the Beef Stew MRE.
We watched this starving dog chomp down everything we gave her, and she had puppies. One sniff of the Beef Stew and she turned her head.
We collectively decided “I ain’t eatin that shit ever again.”
I don’t understand how McDonald’s was ever popular to begin with.
I agree with every single criticism of McDonald’s that is in this discussion.
But my dude, let me tell you how delicious McDonald’s was in the 70s and 80s. Their fries were less crispy than today, but OMFG I would have killed for them. The food was good. It was still fast food, it was never what you’d come up with if you cooked the same thing at home, but their burgers and fries were good. How good other stuff on the menu was is probably more of a mixed bag.
I might let someone have the tip of my pinky if they could magic a double cheeseburger and large McD’s fries directly from 1979 onto my plate for dinner one time.
Over the decades they have changed ingredients and formulations in addition to (or in some cases because of, I’m sure) all of this corporate greed. What you eat today is not what we were enjoying back then, and I’m sure what we were enjoying back then was not as good as early McDonald’s.
But it was at least cheap, fast, and reasonably enjoyable to eat for a time.
I used to have a cat who absolutely loved their French fries. He’d come and beg for them and try to steal them like a dog. When he managed to get one, he’d hold it in his little fist (he had pterodactyl) and eat it like a toddler.
It was really adorable. It was hard to take them away/not let him have them.
And yeah, he was quite the hunter. He could catch full -size rabbits and toddlers, no problem. Of course, the last thing we wanted was the cat bringing home some random toddler and letting it loose in the house when we had somewhere to be, but it made him happy.
This is the most upsetting of all. I worked a combined 4 years at various restaurants in the 90s (from styrofoam packaging to ‘queueing’ micro-wave eras), the last part while in college and needing a place where I could get long shifts and legal free food – hint: Cool Runnings. It was maligned often, even then, but it was honest food, still – it was mass-cooked, but it was beef and actual pickles and actual onions and real ketchup and such. People complain about it being oily or bland, and that’s a taste thing we can’t refute; but it was beef and bread and cheese, and that job and a bus pass got me most of the way through where rice and beans couldn’t.
Two days ago my gf had a few bites left of a McDonald’s cheeseburger and offered it to me. I took one bite and said “No thanks”. That she not taste or feel like food. The kicker is that she then offered it to the cat, who will eat anything. I will swear to whatever god you believe in, that cat turned his head away like she was presenting a decayed corpse. She tried two more times and he literally ran away from this burger.
The fact that this shit is overpriced on top of being horrible food adds insult to injury. I don’t understand how McDonald’s was ever popular to begin with.
When I was deployed, we had a dog at one of our checkpoints that would hang out and follow us. She would eat any MRE we gave her, except the Beef Stew MRE.
We watched this starving dog chomp down everything we gave her, and she had puppies. One sniff of the Beef Stew and she turned her head.
We collectively decided “I ain’t eatin that shit ever again.”
Please don’t feed cats human food.
Even if they’re shitbags.
FWIW I never do, but I’ve given up trying to tell her that.
The cat only gets cheese when the dog does, and very little. And not from me – they hit her up for it and she caves.
I agree with every single criticism of McDonald’s that is in this discussion.
But my dude, let me tell you how delicious McDonald’s was in the 70s and 80s. Their fries were less crispy than today, but OMFG I would have killed for them. The food was good. It was still fast food, it was never what you’d come up with if you cooked the same thing at home, but their burgers and fries were good. How good other stuff on the menu was is probably more of a mixed bag.
I might let someone have the tip of my pinky if they could magic a double cheeseburger and large McD’s fries directly from 1979 onto my plate for dinner one time.
Over the decades they have changed ingredients and formulations in addition to (or in some cases because of, I’m sure) all of this corporate greed. What you eat today is not what we were enjoying back then, and I’m sure what we were enjoying back then was not as good as early McDonald’s.
But it was at least cheap, fast, and reasonably enjoyable to eat for a time.
I fucking loved McDonald’s soggy beef-fat-fried fries. It’s all I ever really wanted from there until they stopped with the beef fat.
I mean… it quite literally is a ground up corpse. Given this is McDonald’s, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a little decayed as well.
Well in a cat’s case, it being a corpse is a feature.
I used to have a cat who absolutely loved their French fries. He’d come and beg for them and try to steal them like a dog. When he managed to get one, he’d hold it in his little fist (he had pterodactyl) and eat it like a toddler.
You feed your cat fries and toddlers? 😱
Also, seeing your cat eat a fry must have been weird and adorable.
It was really adorable. It was hard to take them away/not let him have them.
And yeah, he was quite the hunter. He could catch full -size rabbits and toddlers, no problem. Of course, the last thing we wanted was the cat bringing home some random toddler and letting it loose in the house when we had somewhere to be, but it made him happy.
This is the most upsetting of all. I worked a combined 4 years at various restaurants in the 90s (from styrofoam packaging to ‘queueing’ micro-wave eras), the last part while in college and needing a place where I could get long shifts and legal free food – hint: Cool Runnings. It was maligned often, even then, but it was honest food, still – it was mass-cooked, but it was beef and actual pickles and actual onions and real ketchup and such. People complain about it being oily or bland, and that’s a taste thing we can’t refute; but it was beef and bread and cheese, and that job and a bus pass got me most of the way through where rice and beans couldn’t.