One Big Mac + Three McChicken sandwiches = The Big MacChicken, a Big Mac with chicken patties as the bread:
With the first bite I found myself going through a crunchy/juicy layer after layer and the texture was to die for. Everything just worked. Clouds split as a bright ray of sunshine beamed down to my table. The elderly couple a few tables over started playing a harp as a unicorn walked by during my second bite. I was in heaven for a few seconds then the guilt hit me. Was I really doing this? 4 sandwiches at once? I had to stop. There was no way I could finish this monster.
Fast forward a half hour later, and DJ Grocery says: "All I know is that my mind is telling me that the sandwich was absolutely delicious but my body is rejecting it."