Give me Burger King over McDonalds any day.
Whilst the big BK pack their burgers full of flavour, vigour, and a taste that suggesets all is right with the world, there’s little arguing that most of McDonalds products are bland, boring and have a cardboard-like taste which suggests that something is seriously wrong.
Yet, give old Ronald & Co. their due, they did do something right; they created a bloody beautiful breakfast menu.
Indeed, the only time you’ll time you’re ever likley to find me wondering beneath the Golden Arches is before half ten in a morning, looking for a sweet fix of sausage ‘n’ egg McMuffs, hot coffe, and of course, a generous portion of hash browns.
The first time I ever ate a Hash Brown was at McDonalds, and it was love at first bite. Has a food product ever been created that is so absolutely wonderful that it tastes like the golden skies of heaven sliding gracefully down yer gullet? I think not.
I’ll be honest, it’s rare that I eat the things out side of a McDonalds breakfast, yet today, being off work with this crappy horrible bug that the missus kindly passed on and rummaging around for something to eat, I found six of those wonderful potatoe nuggets hiding in the freezer.
Fifteen minutes later, and I swear I just tasted god.
All hail the Hash Brown, that’s what I say.
