The choice is between a Big Mac Meal or a 10 Piece McNugget Meal (I chose the latter because Chicken McNuggets will always be linked to the Holidays in my mind), along with fries and a drink. Not a whole lotta innovation going on here -- the real star of this stunt is a packet of pickle flavored "Grinch Salt" that's meant to be added to the fries. They're even courteous enough to supply a dazzling paper bag for the purposes of dumping in your fries and Grinch Salt and shaking it all about.
To be honest, my attempt at decadent comfort came at the end of a long hard day in a series of long hard days and I simply wasn't in the mood for proactive experimentation. So I'm sorry to say I didn't try the pickle salt - frankly I'm bored with the pickle flavor trend; I like pickles but there's a time and place and I'll decide when and where on my own terms. I actually would've been more inclined to take part in the madness if they'd leaned more into the "garlic" or "sauerkraut" references that are more obviously associated with the character. So, in short, I ate some regular McDonald's and decided to make it your problem.
Maybe that's the point; maybe it's best to experience The Grinch Meal when you're full of hate and self loathing. But that's just where I was at - objectively there are some bells and whistles here that are enough to excite even the baddest bananas with the blackest peels. Right off the bat, the striking red and green boldness of the box itself is one of the rare times when modern McDonald's minimalism actually works to its own benefit; I think it's a gorgeous midpoint between the artwork in the book and the 1966 cartoon: stark... with just a little bit more.
It ain't a Happy Meal without the toy -- except it's a much more adult toy (hiyooo!). But this isn't wrapped in some translucent plastic covered in copyright info and choking hazard warnings. Instead they've given us these beautiful, vibrant graphics that are more suited to the wrapping paper you'd probably find in Whoville.
Ah, novelty socks. I do enjoy them and have several pairs, but the quality is hit or miss: itchy, won't stay pulled up, too tight in some areas, too loose in others, the patterns leave little cartoon shaped indents in your shins, susceptible to stray strings and holes, etc. etc. I can't imagine the socks that came with my room temperature french fries possess artisan quality couture, but I also can't imagine anything too sunny right now because that's where I'm at. But short of my heart growing in size, I can make one positive observation by noting that there are 4 different pairs of Grinch socks to collect: red, green, yellow, and the ones I was hoping to get (and, in fact, did), teal. Dahoo Dores I guess.
- Paul
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