I’m not too proud to love a McDonald’s sandwich
As a kid, I hankered for McNuggets. Now, though it pains me to say it, the Southern Style Chicken is actually good
Topics: Sacrificial Lam, Food, Life News
Sometimes I do things I’m not proud of. Like yesterday, when I was leaving an inspiring chefs conference on sustainable food, got to the bus station to go home, and found myself in line at a McDonald’s.
I have some excuses. I was hungry and waiting for a four-hour bus ride, and sometimes, when you are hungry and waiting for a four-hour bus ride, and you grew up with parents who fed you fast food as a treat, you have to ask yourself: Are you better than your upbringing? Are you better than your history? And my answer, yesterday, was, “McNuggets.” McNuggets I have loved.
Actually, my first love at the Golden Arches was the Big Breakfast, from when my parents would wake up on Sunday, their one day off a week, and take us out for squeaky Styrofoam trays of eggs, sausage patties and those weird and awesome slipper-shaped hash browns. It made me feel like an American. Later, as I grew older, I flirted with the Filet-o-Fish, but when McNuggets hit the scene, I was a goner. They hooked me by my plump cheeks and reeled me in, those stamped-out chicken-ish chunks of juicy golden deep-fry engineering. And let’s not get started on the plastic cups of barbecue sauce, shall we? Because you’ll have me crying the tears Proust kept to himself.
So: McNuggets. It’s been years since I encountered a McNugget. I knew we’d grown apart when I saw the “I’m a NuggNut” ad campaign, featuring couples with McNugget wedding cakes and such. Amid all their jubilant, asinine McNugget revelry, I felt nothing, and I once counted it a badge of honor that I ran the McNugget Gauntlet: eating six-, nine- and 20-piece boxes all at once. And here I am, 15 years later, with a head full of sustainable-food conflict, getting a tiny four-piece box of McNuggets they sell to young children and, because I’m curious about what they mean by their “Premium Chicken” line, the nearly no-frills Southern-style Chicken Sandwich
I bore down on my tray of pasteurized processed chicken food product and went straight for the boot-shaped McNugget (real fans, even ex-fans, know the four shapes by heart). The crunch was superb — a crunch provided by what McDonald’s now refers to, with cosmopolitan flair, as “tempura batter.” (Seriously.) But there was something strange with the texture, an overly chewy verisimilitude of meat, and I suddenly recalled that years ago McNuggets were ballyhooed to now be “made with white meat,” and that they no longer contained the horrifying paste called “mechanically separated chicken.” (More on that tomorrow, kids!). So I guess McNuggets had grown up too, and in the process they lost their unnatural juiciness to simulate a natural breasty toughness. I’m not sure that’s a win.
Francis Lam is Features Editor at Gilt Taste, provides color commentary for the Cooking Channel show Food(ography), and tweets at @francis_lam. More Francis Lam.






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