Then I thought how I had to try it.
I know everybody thinks the poor excuse of a sandwich is disgusting but the allure of extreme eating temporarily put my life long dreams of eating a Monster Thickburger on hold. Now my thoughts were focused on doing what nobody else will ever do: take on the Double Down.
This past weekend I got up wondering what I should have for lunch when my roommates joked that I should fulfill my dream and make May 1st the day of the Double Down.
I was talking to my friend LJ about my roommate’s idea when he took it one-step further: let’s use this momentous event to pay homage to pop artist: Andy Warhol. He showed me this unusual video of Andy eating a hamburger:
I watched it a few times and figured it would be easy to spoof. So I hopped into my car, picked up a Double Down, pulled together some items in my closet and shot this:
I think it’s modern day adaption: not only is fast food still a part of our daily lives, but it was gotten to the point of gross excess.
A couple of minutes into the video my shotgun mic slipped a bit, creating the thud you hear and grabbing my attention for a bit. I immediately hoped that the sound would come out ok, because I was definitely not eating another Double Down anytime soon.
When I first opened the box and saw the magnificent heart attack sandwich I wasn’t surprised by it’s sloppiness but I did realized that the sandwich is really just two pieces of chicken with cheese- perhaps something you may eat if it was on a plate with a side item. The bacon was lost in the gooey mess in the middle and I didn’t really taste it at all- but I did taste the sodium.
Halfway through the sandwich I realized two things: I really needed some water to help wash it down. I forgot to use the ketchup I most diligently poured out. I don’t typically eat ketchup but in order to stay true to the original I carried-on.
At the end I stopped and reflected just like Andy did: after eating the sandwich I felt the same way I’d feel after eating any kind of fast food: halfheartedly satisfied.
Was I no longer hungry? Kinda. Did I feel the happy kind of full I would have felt had I had kabobs, sushi, or Peruvian chicken? Not at all.
All in all it’s something I can cross off my list and I’m still alive to tell you about it.