Marcel Winatschek

Take Me Now, Lolita

While I was making peace with whatever sensible lunch I’d chosen, someone at pornburger.me was building the Lolita Burger: crusty fried potato chips, a brûléed layer of something, a sweet onion jam, peanut butter with bacon, seared foie gras, and a grass-fed beef patty. I want this in the obscene, irrational way you want something that would absolutely ruin you—not just the calories, not just the cholesterol, but the sheer audacity of combining foie gras and peanut butter on the same bun and calling it Lolita. Take me now and here, you gorgeous fat heart attack.