Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Two rights don’t quite make a left.
Two birds don’t make a handy bush. Or something like that.
But what do two impossibles make? ?Possible? Implausible? Divide by zero error?
Well, in my experience with Burger King’s Impossible King, I’d say it’d be more aptly named the Gastrointestinally Impassable King. For this sandwich, this absurdly unasked for and apparently regionally available unit of a double-pattied organism is heavy. Heavier than the internal conflict that arises when eating it:
Me: “It seems contradictory to put so much cheese on a meatless sandwich.”
Also me: “Dan, you’re just a vegetarian. And by default, they grill these with the beef burgers, wallowing in all the same moo juices.”
“I’m trying to get better! And besides, you can request for it to be non-broiled.”
“…look, you’ve seen our stomach. We get bloated to the point of bleating off just one Impossible Whopper.”
“You haven’t had a real honkin’ heifer burger in years. Perhaps this isn’t for you.”
“Are you challenging me?”
“I’ll see you in the fetal position later.”
Alright, enough. Let’s enter the belly of the beast that is the beast in my belly.
I love the Impossible Whopper. It’s the perfect sacrifice to the phantom meat memories that haunt me not with “BOOs” but “lack of B12s,” and it’s my go-to vegetarian road trip indulgence. Yet by doubling down on impossibilities, the Impossible King manages to halve the original’s appeal. And for a good reason: balance.
The Impossible Whopper works because the scales of divine burger equity deemed it harmonious. Though the patties are imperfect meat clones that lack a certain hearty juiciness, the other toppings and trappings of a Whopper mask the blemishes with gushing pickles and the playful nip of white onions. But when said patty’s in-‘wich real estate becomes a duplex, the arid cracks in Impossible’s freest-range façade become glaring fissures.
The patties are dry. There, I said it. And by consequence, the entire Impossible King feels too dry.
Yes, the familiar smokiness and testosterone-associated texture of a burger still shine through to the point of inspiring me to call up my son for a game of catch. I don’t have a son. But the nuances. There’s still a palpable burst of much-needed tomato pulp, but the onion’d accents and pickled particulars are all smothered in dehydrated beefishness and a borderline seminal soup of mayo and melted cheese.
While I bet Burger King added so much cheese to try and restore blind burger justice, its dearth of flavor only makes the whole sandwich blander, mushier, and filler-heavy. Add in the sheer girth of this King-thing, and it’s unlikely to attract many seeking a wholesome lunch. I could only eat half of it at noontide, and after disgracing myself twelve hours later—as the Impossible King’s refrigerated remnants dimly reflected in the kitchen sink I devoured it over—I knew there would be an intestinal reckoning.
I slept the sleep of a freakshow cannonball-stomacher, and in my dream of getting gut-punched by the Burger King himself behind a heinously vandalized McDonald’s, I saw a prophecy of the abdominal agony that would come the following morning.
As I write this that very same morning, I can feel the Indigestible King exerting its influence over my writing, one fetal kick at a time. But I must tell you all the truth: even if you can find an Impossible King in your area, don’t bother. At $7.69, you’re paying two dollars too much for a manipulative sandwich that won’t respect you, nor your scant hopes of clean eating.
I’ll stick with the Impossible Whopper, thank you very much. It may not be healthy either, but at least it doesn’t force me into an unhealthy parasitic relationship with my distressed gut flora.
Purchased Price: $7.69
Rating: 3 out of 10
Nutrition Facts: Nutritional info unavailable: seriously, this thing’s a ghost online.
3 thoughts to “REVIEW: Burger King Impossible King”
This is the most EXCELLENT review. At the same time, I sincerely send my sympathies to you for literally taking one to the gut for all of your fellow readers. I hope this ever so thoughtful, carefully descriptive, honest, (and brutal) review reaches millions–and the makers of the Impossible Burger and the BK-bigwigs.
Wowza. Thank you for such an incredible breakdown of the “burger” behemoth.
This review is everything.
This review is so reliable it made me freak out, i totally on emilys very descriptive review, dan i am ur biggest fan WOWZA
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