I’m not very smart, you see. As most people would reasonably imagine, neither of these things were very good.
The croquettes were probably the better of the two. They were sort of okay, though the exterior wasn’t particularly crispy, and the interior was unpleasantly gummy, without much flavour other than a generic saltiness.
Or at least I thought it was salty, until I tasted the wings and learned the true definition of that word.
I honestly think those wings might have been the saltiest thing I’ve ever eaten. They were fine otherwise — nice and crispy on the outside and moist on the inside. But holy jeez, I’m surprised I didn’t have a stroke right there on the spot. They were so salty they actually kind of burned my tongue.
I was craving something sweet after that salt overload, so I got the Nocilla McFlurry (Nocilla is basically a Spanish version of Nutella). I had high hopes for this one; if you put enough Nutella on literally anything, it’ll eventually become delicious. But that’s the problem — there wasn’t enough of it, and the little pieces of brownie they mixed in were overly chewy and completely tasteless.
The ice cream itself wasn’t even particularly creamy, so all in all: boo-urns, McDonald’s Spain. Boo-urns.