29 (Thu) December 2016
Taste Test : Double Cheeseburger v Tomato Cheeseburger
(see most recently 6.042 Double Deluxe Shrimp Burger)
Home for the Holidays, Day 10 (see previously 7.358 Chili Lime Shrimp Tacos).
In Seoul. Winter break. Going back to Manila on the 31st — can hardly wait.
10th day in Korea, just 7 posts remaining in Cycle 7, and I’m eating yet another throwaway fast food burger, the third in ten days, the second from McDonald’s. Which goes to show how exhausted I must be these days, even where food is concerned, even [gasp] where GMTD is concerned — say it ain’t so! Or maybe I’m just trying to reestablish culinary karmic equilibrium from that overblown 3-star experience the other day (see 7.357 La Langoustine de Jéju), though that would take more than a few burgers.
In line with my assessment about other McDonald’s products a couple days back (see 7.356 QPC v SAB), I’ve concluded one step further that the “uniquely delicious, je ne sais quois artificiality” of the brand is best in its purest form, undiluted by natural ingredients, like fresh tomatoes, fresh lettuce.
As such, the winner here is clearly the Double Cheeseburger.
I’ll say it here, definitively, no room for negotiation : the McDonald’s Cheeseburger is the greatest fast food item ever invented. Its younger yet bigger brothers, the McDouble (personal favorite), the Double Cheeseburger, and the Quarter Pounder with Cheese, may even be better, but the original is the Mac Daddy of them all.
More important, I also cleaned out the kitchen of foodstuffs. Anything visibly bad, or with an expiration date beyond 1 month for perishables, 1 year for dry goods — including, I kid you not, I swear, a jar of mustard expired in 2004 — DAMN, shoulda taken photos. In the end, the fridge was 3/4 empty, the freezer 1/2 empty, the cupboards almost completely empty, like Jack and the Beanstalk empty. Must’ve been excited beyond my fucking mind not to have taken photos.
[Although W had initially sanctioned the project, she panicked after seeing the outcome, thinking that her mother would either go homicidal or suicidal. We would safely be back in Manila, but the FIL would have to deal with it. Ultimately, when MIL did come home and find the barren kitchen, I explained to her over the phone that we had simply stayed home throughout the holiday and gratefully eaten the bounty that she had left for us, so sorry we didn’t have time to replenish. I didn’t think for a second that she’d buy it, but for whatever reason she didn’t get upset — then again, maybe she did believe me, trusting that her kitchen was stocked with nothing but goodies, the way that hoarders find value in all their crap. The FIL was thrilled, as he would later tell me on the sly.]
Without an official place of residence here — my parents find me intolerable after a couple hours, so staying with them isn’t so great, and I find my in-laws intolerable after a couple minutes, so staying with them is out of the question— and perhaps also because the Philippines has become home — Korea doesn’t feel much like home anymore.