The McGriddle. A delight only found in select geographical regions. A breakfast that makes any morning better. Tiny pockets bursting with maple syrup, and meaty, greasy goodness. This is carb central, where refinement of every level is welcome.
For a lucky few, the McGriddle is available all year round, blessing all seasons, every morning (until 10:30am). For some, there are fleeting appearances, sometimes a few days, sometimes a few months. Unpredictable, evasive, irresistable.
Strangely, the far lands where the McGriddle is omnipresent are also those which have long faced the extinction of the deep fried apple pie. Although the much maligned baked apple pie does have its spicy, flaky charms, the deep fried pie, which elevates any filling to a higher realm, is truly a gift from empathetic and generous deities. Are we living in a world which divides us and limits us and separates us from the most basic of good things? The McGriddle, and its distant presence, signify yes.
(disclaimer: not based on real data)