After stopping into the office to pick up a couple things—I’m headed to Kansas City tomorrow for four nights to cover the first two rounds of the NCAA Tournament—I spotted Nick’s gchat status: this link, describing the McGangBang. Having not eaten anything since about noon (it was now 11 PM), I instantly started craving. I walked to the McDonald’s on 47th-ish and 6th, only to find a line to the door of drunk, green revelers. Deterred, I then took a cab home and, upon spotting the one on 38th and 2nd, told it to stop and then stood waiting on a pretty damn long line.
After getting my order and paying the $3+—I couldn’t bring myself to request it by name, despite encouraging reports to the contrary—I walked to an empty table, assembled the thing (it was actually the Unprotected McGangBang, involving a spicy chicken sandwich) and then ate it on the five-minute walk home.
It was a terrible decision. I mean…really.
Pablo, I’m pretty sure you erred architecturally in constructing your McGangBang. Judging by the schematics here, you’re supposed to go patty-chicken-patty, not patty-patty-chicken.
Anyway, yes, I meant to Tumblr this fine work of journalism on a sandwich I would never, ever eat. The completeness of the research is astonishing.
