I had anticipated confusion and resistance from employees who still ate old-fashioned solid food, and had prepared myself to fight for the meal I wanted. But nothing had prepared me for the cashier's response of "Sure thing! I'll make sure the cooks know." Then she said, without a hint of judgement, "Sorry it's a bit messy. We did our best to keep it neat." What else have you seen?
Everything looks classier in a wire bowl!
It had never occurred to me that their only response would be to apologize for not making it pretty enough. To the mystery burger craftsman who was roped into creating this oddity: I assure you that you did your best.
It looked like someone had taken every cheese known to man and melted them all into one glorious sandwich. This was the Schrodinger's cat of burgers -- it simultaneously looked delicious and revolting. But when I opened the burger, the superposition collapsed and revealed the true nature of the beast.
And as with the cat, I had no desire to eat it.