Our company has left and our house is quiet again. To reclaim our usual weekend routine, Earl and I went out to breakfast. This time we decided to try McDonald’s.
I remember Egg McMuffin from its early days when my son Kevin, his father, and I used to visit a different McDonald’s in a different community for the newly created English muffin sandwich that extended the fast food chain’s hold on lunch and supper into the breakfast realm. We loved the hot round muffins with their equally round egg (How did they do that?), Canadian bacon, and their oozing cheese. Sometimes they were so hot we had to wait a couple minutes to bite into them; so we’d breathe their steam and sip our drink, looking forward to that first heavenly taste.
I came to this morning’s breakfast with this memory, even though almost thirty-five years have passed. Kevin is a vegetarian today. His father and I parted ways long ago. And Earl usually wants the sit-down kind of bacon and eggs. But he was amenable, so we headed off with my thinking Earl might even change his mind about Bob Evans, his favorite breakfast place.
I won’t detail the ordering process, since I imagine most readers have been to a McDonald’s themselves. But I am here to detail my disappointment in the current version of the company’s product. Egg McNothin’ is what it should be called. The English muffin was hardly cooked, therefore hardly warm. The egg was still round (How do they do that?), but dry and pale. The Canadian bacon was equally pale and hard to chew. And the cheese? Well, this cheese never heard of the word ‘ooze.’ The word ‘rubbery’ is a more apt description.
It was a major culinary disappointment, right up there with visiting the Eiffel Tower years ago and finding a hot dog stand at the top. Earl, who eats almost anything except vegetables, did not complain; but he wasn’t saddled with an old memory. From now on, I won’t be either; and next weekend Bob Evans can welcome us back.
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