“Flame-broiled premium ground chuck patty.” “Naturally smoked hardwood bacon.” “Fresh cut romaine lettuce.” Yes, the lofty terms being used by Burger King to describe their BK Chef’s Choice Burgers drip with adjectives, all meant to convey a single bullet-point: Quality. Yes, for some, the minimalist beauty offered by the great Rodeo Cheeseburger just isn’t enough to justify a trip (nay, a quest) to this fast food stalwart. Nor are they satisfied by the classic offering of the Whopper, be it of the 1, 2, or 3 patty variety; nor even are they swayed by the promise of a colorful cardboard crown. They must have The Best. Ergo: the Bacon Chedder BBQ BK Chef’s Choice Burger (I didn’t miss anything there, did I?).
Sadly, polarizing mascot “The King” is no longer around to peddle his royal foodstuffs to the common folk; based upon this article, I’m guessing his royal head was not spared the guillotine in the wake of the quarterly report. Poor “King.” He just wanted to be loved. Blame instead should have fallen upon the BK marketing team, which seemed from afar to be investing much of its budget in “herbal supplements” while trying to rip off bite-sized chunks of a rival kingdom’s gimmick.
Once my humble carriage was parked in the courtyard of the royal palace, I entered and paid homage to the king’s court. I was given an ultimatum: pay tribute to the monarchy in the form of $5.87 American currency, or it was back from whence ye came, BBQ burger-less. I begrudgingly handed the guardian his stout toll and found myself a corner booth in the largely unpopulated restaurant, the Holy Grail in my possession. Once I had found a spot that would attract the least attention while I photographed my partially-eaten food, I went to work.
I opened the box which the sandwich was given to me in, and saw that it had been partially wrapped in a style very reminiscent of the W Burger I’d eaten from Wendy’s recently. Hmmm. The little bit I saw made it fully apparent that the meat was thick, the bread artisan. I picked it up and was surprised by the warmth coming from the bottom of the bun. This big guy seemed serious.