When I was flying back from Ireland in 2019 with a merry band of rugby hooligans, we stopped off in Reykjavík -- flying on IcelandAir for ridiculous low fares at the time.
In a bathroom stall, many miles over the ocean from these American States, I looked down and saw this graffiti.
No, not "Iceland Rocks." It does, but that's not interesting. Nor the chicken scratch nor the stickers, even the Jam-Phish one.
McRib is Back
Why?? Why would someone take the time to write that and only that on an Icelandic airport TP dispenser? Was McRib back when he wrote it? Was that why he was in the stall? Or was he just a fan, keeping the part-time menu item's legacy alive worldwide.
Inquiring minds want to know.
Well, that fan will be happy to know... McRib is back. Starting November 1, you can get that Frankenstein's monster of a greasy pork sandwich once again. Learn it. Know it. Live it. Take it in the john with you, vinur minn. (That means "my friend" in Icelandic, though it sounds more like wiener man.)
This is amusing.
Get some.

