The Filet-O-Fish Is the Best Thing on McDonald’s Menu
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Since I moved to Boston, fast food has gotten less convenient. If you live in a pedestrian-friendly city without a car, it’s often easier to grab a sandwich at a local deli than it is to find some mass-produced fries for under $6 a serving. But there’s one fast food joint that I still find myself at on a semi-regular basis despite telling myself I should never go back after two days of feeling like I have a rock in my stomach. That restaurant, to probably nobody’s surprise, is McDonald’s.
Sure, the fries aren’t what they used to be. And, unfortunately, the eerie, nightmare-inducing mascots of my childhood aren’t there anymore (save Grimace, thank god). But to me, once a child living in the middle-class United States, getting dinner from McDonald’s still sometimes feels like an indulgence, a relatively inexpensive way to treat myself after a particularly long or unpleasant day, a reliable source of deliciousness no matter where I am. And so there I’ll find myself at midnight, bleary-eyed, standing in line at my local McDonald’s, contemplating the buzzing neon displays while waiting to order.
There was a time in my life in which I was a dedicated Big Mac person, mostly because of those tiny diced onions and the signature sauce. But now I have grown, matured. I’ve realized that the star of McDonald’s menu isn’t the flashy forerunner, the “number one,” the flimsy lasagna of a burger ravaged by fistfuls of stringy shredded lettuce. To experience the best the fast food behemoth has to offer, you have to go further down the menu, below the nuggets, the chicken sandwiches, the burgers stacked to various heights. If you blink, you might just miss it.