It was not long ago that I ordered my usual at McDonalds:
two McDoubles, sometimes dressed as a
Mac, and found it didn’t look like
the masterpiece they show in the ads. No surprise. It also wasn’t a slouching
sandwich like we now expect to get. It was a decent looking burger. Real
mediocre. In my eyes, the eyes of a young man who loves his tasteless,
unhealthy food, this is a wonderful sight. If only I had taken a picture.
The approach they should take is the approach that will get
a response from the people who love a dirty burger. The guys and gals (mostly
guys) that don’t get the salads, or the fancy sandwiches that fast food joints
are offering to avoid the messy lawsuits when heart attacks happen on site.
Burgers aren’t supposed to be works of art that look perfect
and stand 5 inches tall. They’re supposed to be messy and falling apart. You
don’t eat a burger with a fork and knife. You eat them with your hands (which
don’t have to be clean) and lick the grease and ketchup from your fingertips
afterwards.
This approach should be the mediocre burger. Not mediocre in
taste, mediocre in shape, and posture. The approach should portray the real
thing: a beef patty between two buns with all the other crap hidden within.
Even the gourmet burger shop The Works, known especially by
the Ottawa crowd serves its exotic burgers imperfect, because, like I said, it’s
the way they’re meant to be.
It’s 2013 and advertisers are still trying to make mouths
water with incredibly unrealistic expectations. It’s lame, it’s not creative
and no ones watching anymore.
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