So for lunch, I stop in at my Burger King to get my usual- a cheese burger from the dollar menu and an ice water (they sort of know me for being a heavy spender). I call it my BK because everytime I stop in, Im the only vehicle in the lot. Ive long suspected its only reason for existence is for tax write off purposes, and perhaps to serve me about 6-8 times a year. Even though Im its only customer, I have to wait against the rails for 15 mins or so till I get my cheesburger warmed up. When I get back to the truck and take it out of the sack, I immediately realize they put on about 3 times the amount of mustard&ketchup necessary to do the job, because its not only on the outside of the bun, but on the outside of the paper wrapper too. The part of the bun thats free of condiments makes a distinct thud if you tap it with your finger, and its outer surface looks like a miniature chapped desert landscape. When I take that first bite, I become aware of the fresh cool slice of American cheese, which apparently didnt make it onto the sandwhich while it was being nuked or while it sat in the steamer(broiler?). A few more bites and once past the pickles- the last two pieces go to my hound, Mr. Jennings, who about took two of my fingers as well. We both agreed afterwards, tax write off or not- that was a tasty little morsel, and we will continue to be loyal patrons at our beloved Burger King. :) :) #GhostTownBK
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 00:32:15 +0000
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