The Steakhouse Stack, with two layers of delicious beef, crispy onions and peppercorn sauce.

It's the kind of McDonald's you take photos of to put pride of place on the mantelpiece.

Sure, you'll need to make room, but you remember what your wedding day looked like?

The Steakhouse Stack. It's McDonald's, and then some.

Available to the 17th of June, served from 11am, subject to availability, participating restaurants only.

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The meat hissed as it slapped onto the grill, and the pitmaster pressed down with his chrome spatula,

not hard enough to release the juices, but just enough to sear the geometry of the cooking grate into the beef.

He had a look on his pale face while he did this, a slight dilation of the pupils, a slight retraction of the lips over his wet gums.

Pinpricks of milky sweat stood out from his flushed forehead, and he reached up,

wiping them away with the back of a pudgy hand, never breaking eye contact with the meat.

An intoxicating smell rose from the grill.

Three feet away, father stood watching, light beer in hand. An intoxicating smell rose from the grill.

Three feet away, father stood watching, light beer in hand.

His stomach moaned and gurgled, and his salivary glands convulsed, flooding his mouth with fluid.

The spatula slid underneath the meat, flipping it.

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