I’m hardly getting supersized on edamame
June 22, 2006
I am a little embarrassed at just how much I like McDonald’s lately.
For years (including years of veganism, years of bodybuilding, and years of snobbery, all with some overlap), I would’ve died before walking into the place.
However, they have salads. The fruit and walnut salad is delicious. It has yogurt dipping sauce, and it is often the only acceptable thing to eat in, say, the Boise airport, or even in various parts of Manhattan late at night.
The grilled chicken Caesar is an acceptable standard, and the new “Asian salad” is, of course, not very Asian, but it’s exactly the sort of faux-Asian you expect from McDonald’s (kind of like when you get a grape lollipop, you expect fake-purple-grape, and would actually be kind of weirded out if it tasted anything like actual grapes), and, by Jove, it contains toasted almonds and edamame! I ate my first one in wonder: I am eating edamame … from McDonald’s! Next I shall demand a little chevre on mixed field greens and a nice Pinot Noir (with a straw, no doubt).
The new iced coffee — also tasty, and welcome, although my attempt to order certainly went better than these people’s endless quest for a McDonald’s iced (not banana) coffee.
McD’s — for whatever cynical, profiteering, PR damage control reasons — has taken this healthy business to the point of Dr. Dean Ornish on McD’s website advising yoga for reducing stress.
However, the problem with the new healthy-McDonald’s for most people is that you might walk in wanting a salad, but the place smells like bacon double cheeseburger.
It’s like if someone opened a combination church and strip joint, and put a big sign out front that said “Save your soul!”, but inside it just smelled like pussy and Alizé.