I give myself one day a week to eat junk food; cake, ice cream, pasta carbonara with extra bacon. This past weekend I went McD’s before meeting some friends in Ikebukuro.
I’d thought for the longest time that McD’s should make a Big Mac with Quarterpounder burgers. Then they advertised the Grand Big Mac.
I immediately thought of Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta. But I know that I don’t live in a Tarantino movie. And I am grateful. Because, while the dialogue is great – if a little big campy – most of the characters die horribly. Usually with large bore firearms.
I was surprisingly excited to try it out. I was expectant. I’d saved up my junk food credits for the whole week. I bit into it with anticipation, and…
It’s a big Big Mac. So it is not a Mac Royale. It is also not a Big Mac with Quarterpounder patties. It’s a Big Mac about a third bigger than the regular one.
It was alright.
That’s about it.