A commenter from last week had this to say, “Let’s see a substitute for the egg-McMuffin (but we all know nothing beats the real thing!).” It seems that many people have a soft spot for that ubiquitous breakfast sandwich, the McMuffin. I can’t say that it was a part of my childhood, never having even tasted the bizarre egg patty until just a few years ago.
But I can understand the mystique. There is just something so pleasing about having your first meal of the day being hand-held, self-contained, and probably given to you by a person wearing a paper hat behind a plexiglass window. An entire meal, nestled cozily in a muffin or biscuit, waiting to be gobbled up by morning time diners– now that’s good eatin’. But here in New York City, a city bustling with pedestrians, subways, and a sea of yellow taxi cabs, [...]
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