If you'll forgive a tangent off the McRib topic, I'm with the poster who favors the Egg McMuffin (or as my brother and I used to call it when we were young, and served it up to early morning North Shore Hispanic landscaping crews, the EggaMoofin). You know exactly what you're getting with an Egg McMuffin, and in my opinion, it's all likeable. Did you know the inventor of the Egg McMuffin passed away this year? When I saw it in the news I sent it to my brother.
There seems to me something not in keeping with the spirit of Lent to go to McDonald's for a fish sandwich on Friday and want it to have not one but two fish patties. Maybe God doesn't want it to be such a good idea.
I'm not nominating it for a GNR, but I will also say, everything I know about quick, efficient, cheerful customer service I learned working at McDonald's the summer before college. (My brother and I worked at the McDonald's that appears in the movie "Ordinary People," and the short, stout, gray-haired guy who chastises the varsity-jacket guys for being too loud and rowdy was our boss.) For years afterward I had to resist the temptation to hop over the counter and put my order together myself as I watched lazybutt employees at Burger King and other fast food places take my order, reach for a paper bag, and look around wondering what to do next.
"Your swimming suit matches your eyes, you hold your nose before diving, loving you has made me bananas!"