Blech.
Update & Translation: By “Blech,” I mean, “Don’t get me wrong, I like the sweet and salty combination of maple syrup, pancakes, and really good sausage. It’s just the McGriddle is a textureless mushy, approximation of the previously mentioned combination. Just leaves you wanting the real thing. Basically, it is a pale imitation of the original. Vanilla Coke in the plastic bottle is one example. Another example is a solo activity that you normally don’t mention in polite company.”
So, anyway, now I’m not hungry, but I have that aftertaste where all the McPolymers are stuck everywhere, and my teeth feel like I’m having some sort of dental work.
I’m going to go brush my teeth, and then finish my orange juice.