Blathr Wayne Lorentz

The same train stop takes me to the cathedral for church, and to McDonaldʼs for McRibs.

I do not think this is a coincidence.

I only rarely go to McDonaldʼs; maybe three or four times a year. So I was surprised and delighted to find itʼs McRib season!

The McRib is the finest fast food sandwich there is. Better than a double Fisch Mac. Better than Starbuckʼs Thanksgiving panini. Yes, better than Chick-fil-a.

Itʼs never McRib season in Las Vegas, so for the seven years I lived there, I had to make my own — Driving three hours across the Mojave Desert to the nearest McDonaldʼs that had them, in Barstow, California. I never did find out why the McDonaldʼs franchises in Vegas donʼt carry McRibs.

Here, in Houston, McRib does exist, so I grabbed a loaf of that sweet, smokey, salty, crunchy, sesame seeded goodness.

Pro tip: Serve the sandwich on top of a pile of fries so that the sauce drips onto the fries, and you donʼt waste any of it on the plate.

Is this the most ghetto McDonaldʼs in America? Letʼs look at the facts:

• The dining room exists, but is permanently closed to the public.
• Orders are taken through a makeshift window built into the side door.
• The makeshift order window is reinforced with steel diamond plate.
• Even the bushes have 10-foot-tall iron fences surrounding them.
• There are multiple signs encouraging customers to bring their firearms to the restaurant.

The things I do for a McRib.