I’ve gotta say this: McDonalds Corporation, you owe me £20! (more on that later)

Yesterday, I had a cheeseburger with fries at MaccyD for lunch. As I prefer chips without salt (I weaned myself off it years ago, as it was easier than giving up the sweet stuff), I asked for unsalted fries. I was told that I would have to wait “3 minutes”. As I was really hungry I decided to take the salted fries instead, but they were so salty! Why don’t McDonalds allow the consumer to choose whether they want salty fries by offering salt sachets instead of smothering our chips in sodium? Salt should be optional.

As McDonalds has been trying to project a healthier image after the recent publicity about obesity in the western world (e.g. Supersize Me), you would think that the company would have stopped salting their fries by now. Apparently, the company has already reduced the salt content of some of its products, including their fries, but that’s not much good if the chips are being encrusted with table salt before being served.

The Blood Pressure Association has recommended a daily salt intake of 6g; a McDonalds meal of a Big Mac and medium fries would provide you with around 3g of salt, so that’s half of the recommended daily intake of salt. Sure, the average person who frequents MaccyD’s is not going to be too concerned by the nutritional value of the food (either it’s a treat for some, or a way of life for others), so perhaps it’s not a major deal. The main thrust of this post is this (in case I haven’t made myself clear: leave the salt off my chips!

And if you’re still reading, you may be wondering about the £20 that I alluded to earlier… Well, I must confess that my first job, ten eleven years ago was at McD’s. The supervisor took one look at me and sent me round the back to cook burgers. It was awful and I hated every second. There was so much pressure to get the food out on time; once I dropped a bap on the floor and because I didn’t have time to toast another one, I ended up dusting it off and putting it back on the tray! (I told someone else that story, and he told me that it was probably okay cos in the food industry they have a rule that the food’s okay as long as it’s picked up within a couple of seconds…I don’t know if it’s true but it’s worrying…)

I lasted four days, four long days of grease burns on my arms, and being sworn at by the managers. My mum made me quit cos she could see how crap it was. However, I didn’t get a clocking-in card until my second day, and they never paid me for my first day so they owe me, though maybe that dropped bap makes us even.

Written by PJ | Posted in Uncategorized

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