Marcel Winatschek

Meat Monster

Burger King’s selling something in Japan now called the Meat Monster. Two beef patties, two slices of cheese, three strips of bacon, chicken, and a sprawl of lettuce, tomato, onion, sauce. Just kept stacking protein until it stopped being food and became pure provocation. I want it badly—want to bite into it and feel nothing but grease and salt and the specific pleasure of eating something excessive and pointless and unnecessary. Part of me knows wanting it this much is stupid. I don’t spend much time with that part.