My brother, a wise an industrious young lawyer, informs me that the McRib is in fact making a farwell tour. So it's back, but for only a moment it seems. However, I suspect that this farwell tour is like so many others. Teary, wistful, but kind of phony. One of my personal idols, Frank Sinatra, announced farwell tours for some thirty odd years. I suspect the same type of hype is up with this McRib deal. The announced farwell tour only lends immediacy to the need to experience the "final" showing of whatever or whoever is bidding the world a fond farwell. Truth be told, I've never really fully bought into the farwell tour idea. The true meaning of a farwell tour should, in my opinion, mean the complete extinction of a pratice of presentation. So, if it were true that Sinatra really stuck to his guns and did a very final farwell tour at some point in his life, it would (if you work under my guidelines) follow that he would never sing again. How can an artist simply cease that which his given him life and energy to work through difficult periods of people not believing in his talents? Similarly, I'm sure there are some people out there who would stand up as tremendous advocates of the McRib sandwich. Having never eaten one myself, I have no opinion other than to say I don't generally choose to eat something claiming rib meat that mysteriously lacks bones. Part of the rib experience for me is sucking every last morsel of meat and grisel off a bone until it is clean and ready to be tossed in a pile. McRib will be back--trust me. There are fast food eaters out there who could not imagine a world without McRib.
So, McRib, farwell for now. I'm certain we will meet again.
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