It’s exactly what it sounds like, and it’s kind of mesmerizing:
Turns out Andy Warhol folded his hamburgers and dipped them in ketchup. Who knew?
For what it’s worth, I was at the Guggenheim not long ago. In one of the side rooms off the main exhibit space, there’s a huge, green late-period self-portrait by Warhol of his disembodied head. It’s pretty cool looking and I’m generally into giant disembodied heads so I was checking it out. While I was standing there, some dude walked through my eye-line, passing the portrait without giving it more than a cursory glance.
Then, as he stepped past, he noticed the little placard that said the portrait was by Warhol. He gasped, stopped in his tracks, and gawked at the portrait in apparent awe of its grandeur. I tried not to chuckle at the overwhelming and very obvious meta-ness of the moment. Andy Warhol would have loved that s— like he loved that hamburger.