I'm not going to freak out like Nate did over this as I like the Western Bacon Cheeseburger (not nearly as much as a Double Double, though), but after I have one, my body practically screams at me for my decision. It's almost as if my system wants me to recognize the presence of this particular burger in my system until the moment it is eliminated. There's this indescribable aura that the WBC carries. It's odd, but this never fails to be the case. I still get one every six or so months, though.