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Showing posts with label Fast Food / Junk Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fast Food / Junk Food. Show all posts
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The McRib Locator And Related Links To Feed Your Obsession.
The McRib Locator.
Cracked's Topic Page on the Mcrib.
Deconstructing The McRib.
Wikipedia page on the Simpsons episode based on the McRib. Also, Simpsons Wiki.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Wendy's Beverage Training Rap.
I hope for the sake of everyone involved this thing was made in 1990, but I have a feeling it was made a couple of years ago.
Seriously tho, did it takes two minutes to explain this?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Junk Food Is Teh Evil.
Got a snack craving when out picking up batteries, and wound up with this snarky retort from the universe.
Well played, universe.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Monday, August 10, 2009
Two Websites That Celebrate The Cheeseburger.
The above pic links to the aptly named Cheese-Burger.net, which offers recipes, stories, and games(?) that are all about the burger.
In case you wanted something more intense, you could always visit the Cheese and Burger Society's website, which chronicles 30 of the greatest burgers ever ma... wait, is that Patrick freakin' Warburton?
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Rani23 Vs An Entire Squid Made Of Jerky.
In a lot of ways, I've got a gambler's personality. I'm willing to try just about anything once, and I naturally tend towards the new and exciting; any escape from the remotest possiblity of routine. It makes life fresh and enjoyable, even when these spontaneous decisions turn out to be poor ones.
This, my friends, is a story of one such poor decision.
Despite the fact that eating cephalopods makes me feel a little guilty (it's becoming more and more clear how intelligent and clever they are; especially octopuses), I do have a weakness for squid. On a more common note, I also have a weakness for jerky. I've taken the opportunity to try jerky made of beef, venison, alligator, goat, emu, and rabbit.
Now, previous to this story, I have tried squid jerky before. But it was the shredded kind, like you see below.
This is in fact delicious, and I highly recommend it, despite it being pricey (even for jerky) for a regular snacking regimen. But one day, at my local Oriental specialty store where I was buying a jar of kimchi (another preferred snack of mine), I spotted this monstrosity:
Like I previously established, I have a bit of a gambler in me. I know when to hold em, when to fold em, and I knew right then that my life would not be complete until I had tried this squid made of jerky.
So I brought the Cthuloid-jerky home, opened the vacu-seal plastic, and unleashed an eldritch stench that I'm surprised was not accompanied by a luminous green cloud. I was always under the impression that the jerky process was designed to preserve the meat. To put it another way, jerky should not smell dead, at least in my world. One whiff of this thing, however, and I was fully aware that in my hands I held a dead animal. A dead sea creature, long removed from it's habitat, and stinking the hell out of my kitchen.
Still, it was here, and I was here. No way to get around it. I had to take a bite.
It was still moist. Not good moist, like handmade jerky bought at a festival that melts in your mouth. Moist and rubbery, like something picked out of the dirt you'd be dared to eat by someone that obviously hated you.
It was unfair, I thought to myself. Noone should be allowed to package such a truly horrible, slimy, stinky thing into plastic and send it overseas for purchased consumption. I took another bite, tears welling up in my eyes, and thought to myself these people should be in jail.
Three bites in, and I was on the verge of existential collapse. The fact that this thing existed, and people paid good money for it, was too much to bear. This thing doesn't belong anywhere but Fear Factor.
I took one more bite before my will completely gave out. I bundled the whole thing in duct tape and threw it in the dumpster. I couldn't even stand having the thing in my trash. I even considered setting fire to the dumpster, but changed my mind at the last minute.
Defeat.
This, my friends, is a story of one such poor decision.
Despite the fact that eating cephalopods makes me feel a little guilty (it's becoming more and more clear how intelligent and clever they are; especially octopuses), I do have a weakness for squid. On a more common note, I also have a weakness for jerky. I've taken the opportunity to try jerky made of beef, venison, alligator, goat, emu, and rabbit.
Now, previous to this story, I have tried squid jerky before. But it was the shredded kind, like you see below.
This is in fact delicious, and I highly recommend it, despite it being pricey (even for jerky) for a regular snacking regimen. But one day, at my local Oriental specialty store where I was buying a jar of kimchi (another preferred snack of mine), I spotted this monstrosity:
Like I previously established, I have a bit of a gambler in me. I know when to hold em, when to fold em, and I knew right then that my life would not be complete until I had tried this squid made of jerky.
So I brought the Cthuloid-jerky home, opened the vacu-seal plastic, and unleashed an eldritch stench that I'm surprised was not accompanied by a luminous green cloud. I was always under the impression that the jerky process was designed to preserve the meat. To put it another way, jerky should not smell dead, at least in my world. One whiff of this thing, however, and I was fully aware that in my hands I held a dead animal. A dead sea creature, long removed from it's habitat, and stinking the hell out of my kitchen.
Still, it was here, and I was here. No way to get around it. I had to take a bite.
It was still moist. Not good moist, like handmade jerky bought at a festival that melts in your mouth. Moist and rubbery, like something picked out of the dirt you'd be dared to eat by someone that obviously hated you.
It was unfair, I thought to myself. Noone should be allowed to package such a truly horrible, slimy, stinky thing into plastic and send it overseas for purchased consumption. I took another bite, tears welling up in my eyes, and thought to myself these people should be in jail.
Three bites in, and I was on the verge of existential collapse. The fact that this thing existed, and people paid good money for it, was too much to bear. This thing doesn't belong anywhere but Fear Factor.
I took one more bite before my will completely gave out. I bundled the whole thing in duct tape and threw it in the dumpster. I couldn't even stand having the thing in my trash. I even considered setting fire to the dumpster, but changed my mind at the last minute.
Defeat.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Fast Food: Ads Versus Reality.
An oldie but a goodie, Jeff from The West Virginia Surf Report shows what fast food items look like in ads, contrasted with what one's he recently purchased looked like.
You should flip around on his site, there's plenty of funny stuff. Of note are his hilarious reviews of over-hyped fast-food menu items, and his hilarious interpretation of the "treatment affects" of the drug Alli.
If you've got a really strong stomach, you could also check out his infamous telling of the macaroni and beef situation.
Ronald McMugen.
What's that you say? That video isn't holy-crap crazy enough for ya? Well get a load of this-
A little bit of Hatsume Miku thrown in the mix for good measure =)
Ready for a third round? Here's Ronald vs. Colonel Sanders.
Gun's N Roses Demand Apology From Dr. Pepper.
Apparently the Dr. Pepper campaign offering free soda if GNR released 'Chinese Democracy' in 2008 backfired in a big way.
I was looking for an up to date version of the story, but the "Chinese Democracy When?" blog has apparently shut itself down to only invited guests.
Monday, November 10, 2008
The Condiment Packet Museum.
It's here, you're here, you might as well check it out. You know you want to.
A frighteningly thourough collection (currently at 724!) of modern condiment packages from restaurants.
EDIT (05/2010): The bigger, 929-entry museum is no more. I'm currently linking to another one I found. Yes, you read that right. There is apparently more than one online condiment packet museum in existence, or at least there was. The one I'm linking to now was apparently founded in 2005, so hopefully that means it will stick around. Also, this one offers buttons. Yay!
Hey, it could have value. This guy and a hot chick found out that the average ketchup packet contains 2.5 cents of ketchup. And that's in 2001 dollars!
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