It may sound like a risqué sexual manoeuvre, but in fact it’s a burger - KFC have decided to rid a chicken burger of its cumbersome bun – instead of those pesky empty bread calories you now get fried chicken. It’s called the Double Down.

It’s two slabs of fried chicken spooning strips of juicy bacon, cheese, and it’s got almost 2000 kilojoules. Mmmm… kilojoules.
Cue the righteous disgust from health professionals.
Because it is pretty revolting, laden with fat and salt, yadda yadda yadda.
But isn’t there an inherent snobbery in the outcry over the ‘horror’ burger? A sneering assumption that this sort of mass produced trans-fattery is why the unwashed masses are all bulging over the top of their jeggings?
2000 kilojoules is about 500 calories. What else is about 500 calories?
That half bottle of pinot noir you just polished off along with a couple of olive oil tortas.
The Greek meze you had the other night – the fried haloumi and taramasalata and salt and pepper squid.
The goat’s cheese rolled in smoked organic redwood ash that you scoffed with little fried bruschetta breads…
You don’t see stories decrying the horror of gourmet cooking, the disgusting fat content of creamy bries.
I too was fooled into thinking that obesity was some sort of socio-economic condition that was only in epidemic proportions in the outer suburbs.
I had this idea that as long as I was steering clear of the fast food giants and never set foot in the food hall of a Westfield, I was safe.
So for years I dined out on pork belly and crispy duck, prosciuttos and marscapone. I dreamed of foie gras melting slowly into toast and I brunched on pain au chocolate and macadamia biscuits and lattes.
And now look at me. Fat. Yes, the f word. And not a Double Down burger in sight.
So I’m going to start calorie counting, starting today. And it turns out I’d be better off downing a Big Mac, with its 2060 kilogjoules and 26.9 grams of fat than I would going to my local gourmet salad bar and ordering the Caesar with all those delicious croutons, bacon bits, cheese shavings and mayo.
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