Some things, like peanut butter and chocolate or mac and cheese, are a match made in epicurean heaven. Then there’s the cheeseburger pizza. Contrary to popular Pillsbury belief, it’s not the best of both worlds. It's neither a cheeseburger nor a pizza. Discuss.
While I can tuck into a tater tot casserole like nobody’s business, certain foods have no business commingling. Pick a lane, taco pie. Stop waffling, Dunkin Donuts waffle sandwich. Pizza and lasagna are beautiful things on their own; why did Rachel Ray have to jump the shark with pizzagna? And McRib, you’re just McWrong. I gotta hand it to McDonalds for having the ’nads to introduce a boneless, seemingly meatless McRib sandwich.
What’s next? Chocolate chicken wings? A sausage-link latte? Tilapia crème brûlée? It’s time to order up a large fist with a side of ire, and rain Pepto-Bismo-laced punches down on these taco-flavored misses.
What’s the grossest food combination you’ve ever popped in your piehole?