Adult Happy Meal at McDonald’s, known formally (and synergistically) as the Cactus Plant Flea Market Happy Meal, debuted this month to grown-up sighs of at last and finally and: So I’m really doing this? I’m buying an adult Happy Meal. I’ve reached rock bottom.
Yes, from the Chicago-based folks who refused to extend breakfast past 10:30 a.m. for decades then gave us all-day breakfast only to sideline it when the pandemic blew up, comes (to quote the marketing) that old childhood “feeling of pure joy when you ordered a Happy Meal.”
I just bought one, and literally it is a cardboard box of recycled nostalgia.
It is intended to be an unnecessary splurge of self-love. Like a Home Depot hot dog. But for adults concerned about their health, there is no veggie option. There is no salad or McMaki Roll option. There is no new McDonald’s food product that suggests you’re a different person than the person you were the last time you enjoyed a Happy Meal.
You choose from a Big Mac or Chicken McNuggets — whimsically nicknamed on the packaging here as “Ball,” “Boot,” “Bone” and “Bell.” And yet, they’re not exactly whimsically priced at around $10 and $11 (depending on the McDonald’s). Also printed on the box — which is wider and squatter than a traditional Happy Meal, like a foldable Pizza Hut — is the “ba da ba ba ba” of the McDonald’s jingle and a sorta-emoji, Prince-ish note that reads: