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Thursday, July 30, 2015
The Magical Mystery Lunch: McDonald's Lobster Roll
After a well-deserved sabbatical I can't think of a better sandwich to make my triumphant return with than the McDonald's Lobster Roll. I'd like to thank all of my fans for their unwavering support during the downtime. To thank every one of our potentially dozen(s) of readers I'm coming up with a creative contest in the near future. Without further adieu...
After ordering I pulled around and waited in my car. It was 90 degrees on this hot summer day so the anticipation of sinking my teeth into a cool, satisfying lobster roll sounded sublime. I pulled around, paid the man a hefty sum for fast food, waiting patiently as they hand shucked a fresh New England lobster*, and grabbed the paper bag.
When I opened it here is what I received:
This of course led me to more questions than answers. For instance, why does my lobster only fill half the roll? What sort of genetic defect did this lobster have to cause its claw to be so awkwardly small? What deformed sea animal from the deep ocean floor am I about to really chow down on? Or is it actually just tofu with pink sprinkles? I had no idea what I was about eat, but I did know that my forehead with pooling with sweat and my insides were trembling with fear.
For comparisons sake - here is what the ad looks like:
Notice that both have the signature "lobster claw" on top. Its just that one of them looks like a lobster claw and the other looks like a mystery sea creature.
The sandwich itself was not terrible, but it was definitely the worst lobster roll I've ever eaten. The picture does not do it justice, but there was significantly more lettuce than lobster on this roll. You'd bite through a small amount of meat and it would lead you to half a head of iceberg lettuce. At least I can check this off my bucket list!
For anyone who was worried that I didn't get my fast food fix in you should not fret...I ordered a 2 cheeseburger meal to supplement my appetite. An experienced fast-fooder like myself wouldn't make that kind of mistake on such a risky promotional product.
Pros: I thought it would be swimming in mayo and it was not
Cons: everything else
Rating: 1 out of 5 Pickles
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Movie Review: Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon
By Lester Cockenschtuff
Score: 1 corn kernel out of 4 in a steaming pile of excrement.
Any veteran of the summer blockbuster movie season knows that you have to approach a Michael Bay movie like you’re watching porn. The acting won’t be great, the script will be atrocious, and the premise of the movie will be downright laughable; but dammit, it’ll be entertaining!
But, similar to porno, Bay movies have the potential to take a quick turn from I-love-what-I’m-seeing-right-now! to What-are-they-going-to-do-to-that-poor-donkey?? faster than you can say “robot blackface”. Following the proud example of its predecessor, Transformers 3 managed to do just that.
T3 managed to start strong, with a Cybertronian ship called the Ark escaping from its planet’s civil war only to sustain heavy damage and land on the moon, prompting the space race of the 1960’s. Flash forward to present day and we’ve got giant robots traveling the world, shooting shit and breaking things. This is vintage Bay! I am highly entertained and crack another beer to celebrate.
But now we need a plot; a story arc to deliver us to the final showdown in Chicago. And so, after Bay barrages the press for three straight weeks claiming that this movie will undo the damages done by Transformers 2, that sycophantic assclown creates the atrocity that is the T3 “story line”. (I hold this man personally responsible for making me actually believe that this time was going to be different)
Now, I’m not saying that this movie wasn’t entertaining to a certain degree; but Michael Bay created a film so disjointedly irrational it would make Michael Bay blush.
About 3/4 of the way through the movie (or so I, and my beer filled bladder, thought) I had mentally created a list of the three most patently absurd things that had occurred so far. My choices were so outlandish I was sure they couldn’t be topped (example: Shia Lebeouf holding onto the outside of a robot fighter ship which fell 50 stories and exploded in a pile of twisted metal, then walking away from the flaming wreckage unscathed).
But we’re talking about Michael Bay here! Apparently he decided that he needed to bring the ending to the next level, blowing all of my previous choices out of the water. The height of the lunacy? **Minor spoiler alert (not really, this movie is a joke)** When Sam’s girlfriend, the walking tits with a face, essentially saves the world by tricking an ancient, sentient being (that has mastered space travel) into killing the main villain by using the elaborate ruse, “didn’t you want to be the boss-man?”
Fuck you Michael Bay.