The Last Meal I’d Choose

Burger King Japan was selling something called the Meat Monster: two beef patties, two slices of cheese, three strips of bacon, a piece of chicken, and then a heap of lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and whatever sauce they could still fit under the lid. The full catastrophe. I wanted to fly to Tokyo, hold it with both hands, take one enormous bite, and just cease to exist. That seems like the correct response to a burger like that.