The above? $4.95 tops, and very delicious, though I do say so myself.
It's just...why? No, really, WHY? Why on L. Ron Hubbard's green earth would you drop ten thousand frickin' dollars for something that is in your mouth for all of thirty seconds and -- Oh, please! Look away if you have delicate sensibilities! -- stays in your system for all of twenty-four hours? Is it just for the bragging rights? Sorry, I guess I just don't need those.
So, there's the Martini on the Rock at the Algonquin in New York that costs you ten THOUSAND dollars and comes with a loose diamond, there's Hubert Keller's five thousand-dollar FleurBurger in Las Vegas, and now, the newest overpriced blue plate special to hit my consciousness, is a roast beef sandwich being served out of Selfridges' kitchen in London for one-hundred-fifty dollars. This saddens me. I don't know why, but I sort of thought the Brits would be above such excesses.
The unfortunately-dubbed McDonald's Sandwich -- named for the chef -- stacks the purportedly beer-fed, sake-rubbed Wagyu beef with Brie de Meaux, black truffle mayo, foie gras, mustard confit, and some veggies between thick slices of "24-hour fermented sour dough [sic] bread." In a BBC article, the Selfridges food director is quoted as saying this about the McDonald's Sandwich, "I think if you are a food lover, this represents good value for your money." I'm a food lover and I think Zingerman's range of roast beef sandwiches represent good value for my money.