Wendy's Baconator
I’m not exactly sure what made me buy a P230 burger. Maybe it’s the huge yellow sign standing outside the store, juicy picture and all. It could be the kickass name giving you the feeling that, midway between bites, it would transform into a giant robot. Largely it’s the idea that there aren’t vegetables or condiments in the burger itself. It’s some sort of personal propaganda for me to try out any burger devoid of plant-life, thinking that the R&D department went out to think about non-vegetable folk like us. Hamburgers have always been married to tomatoes and ketchup. Fast food stores have all sorts of burger varieties, ranging from the cheap to their largest, to their steaks; all botanical. Once in a while, they serve up something proteinacious, but it’s treated as if it were some special food for quadruple paraplegics. I often have to wait for it to be prepared, or be told that it’s ‘out of stock’, when in reality it’s just ordinary burger without the mayo and crap. Burger King has a special policy of not questioning your ‘weird’ orders; yet deep down you feel they’re secretly snickering when you order a Whopper Jr. with just the bun and patty.
So it comes at a surprise when Wendy’s’ biggest unedited burger is all pure meat bonanza. Six strips of bacon with bacon sauce, some cheese, and a slice of cholesterol. The prime selling point would be the two quarter pound patties stacked between two thick buns. A heart attack in every bite. Munching about two thirds down, I got tired of the repetitive flavour, even with the fries and Coke that went with it. That’s 1/3 pounds of burger, no need for your calculator. I gave some random kid outside the burger, except for the part where I ate the buns before handing it out. Eat it? Sure, if you haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday. Eat it in big chunks so you won’t feel umay (roughly translating to ‘getting tired of a particular food’ or Law of Diminishing Returns).
As a quick aside, I tried 7-11’s Ponkan slurpee. It tasted pretty much like the lemonade slurpee. Though I won’t drink it again if only for turning my tongue orange.
So it comes at a surprise when Wendy’s’ biggest unedited burger is all pure meat bonanza. Six strips of bacon with bacon sauce, some cheese, and a slice of cholesterol. The prime selling point would be the two quarter pound patties stacked between two thick buns. A heart attack in every bite. Munching about two thirds down, I got tired of the repetitive flavour, even with the fries and Coke that went with it. That’s 1/3 pounds of burger, no need for your calculator. I gave some random kid outside the burger, except for the part where I ate the buns before handing it out. Eat it? Sure, if you haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday. Eat it in big chunks so you won’t feel umay (roughly translating to ‘getting tired of a particular food’ or Law of Diminishing Returns).
As a quick aside, I tried 7-11’s Ponkan slurpee. It tasted pretty much like the lemonade slurpee. Though I won’t drink it again if only for turning my tongue orange.