mcdonald’s filet-o-fish

The filet-o-fish is my roman empire. I am always thinking of Her. turn your nose up, I don’t care! Plenty of foods have made me sick in this life, but never Miss Fish. She’s perfectly salty, with a touch of sweetness. My grandma used to take us to McDonald’s almost every Saturday night and this is the only thing I ever ordered. The origins of my devotion stem from my mom’s impossible-to-describe philosophy about keeping kosher which led her to focus on fish instead of a burger or nuggets. Her introduction got me hooked. If you’re inclined to judge but have never sampled, do yourself a favor and just try it first 🎣 this NYT article offers another lovely perspective in favor of my queen.