On paper, the McDonald's Filet-O-Fish sounds totally gross, but strangely enough when it comes to consumption there's just something about it. They nailed the tartar sauce. The cheese is oddly enticing. I didn't want to like it - I hate that fucking commercial - but somehow, some way, it just works. Sometimes I just gotta get that unnaturally square fillet of "fish".
Burger King's cheap imitation of this on the other hand looks absolutely horrible. But shit I mean, you can pretty much take anything off of Long John Silver's invariably deep-fried menu and I'll happily devour it without giving second thought to the feeling of complete self-abnegating disgust and the ensuing grease-propelled shitrockets I'm guaranteed to experience afterwards.
But at the end of the day I just have to go with Wendy's. I've been through a lot with Wendy. We go way back. Even if I don't particularly crave a Wendy's fillet as much as I would the aforementioned progenitors of unseemly and preternaturally shaped fish, I know that with Wendy's I'll probably feel better about myself after it's all said and done.
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