Last year, when KFC released the Double Down in the Philippines, I had the idea of combining it with Mc Donald’s Double Cheeseburger(sans the buns). And the DOUBLE DOUBLE was born. Mostly because they have the word ‘double’ in their names. That, and cholesterrific food are the best kind of food. True story.
So imagine my delight when KFC relaunched the Double Down a few weeks back. The Double Double lives again! This time, with a third ‘double’. I decided to Lutherize it by adding two Krispy Kreme doughnuts as buns. Congratulations, your DOUBLE DOUBLE has evolved into the TRIPLE DOUBLE!
Damn, son! Just look at that! I placed it in the microwave for around two minutes to melt the cheese. When it came out, the bottom doughnut collapsed under the weight of all that meat after absorbing so much of the Triple Double’s death-juice.
Now how does one tackle this beast? It’s not exactly bite-sized. I just took a big chunk and tried to get each component in one bite. It. Was. AWESOME. Instinct took over and I just attacked it like a barbarian. Screw proper eating etiquette, I chomped down the Triple Double like there was no tomorrow!
After finishing around two-thirds of the Triple Double, I started having trouble breathing. I needed to take a full deep breaths before every bite. My lungs were struggling, my heart was racing. My body couldn’t handle the awesomeness of the Triple Double! But I didn’t let that stop me; I have bigger, bolder and unhealthier meals to eat! I managed to finish it, I was out of breath and was palpitating, but god damn I finished it. The experience of eating the Triple Double can be summed up in two words: palpitatingly cholesterrific!
The evolution of the Triple Double does not stop here. We will keep adding more awesomely unhealthy stuff, we will keep eating until we are satisfied. Or dead. The search for the ultimate meal, at the cost of our lives. TO GLORIOUS DEATH!
PS. My breathing normalized after around an hour of lying down on my friend’s carpet.
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