I'm a big fan of Burger King's Tendercrisp Chicken Sandwich. That thing is nothing less than delicious - crunchy fried skin, a little mayo - I get all mouth-watery just thinking about it. If I'm at home and am going to get my lazy ass up to go back out to get fast food, you better damn well believe it's an exceptional occasion.
Yesterday, after my 6-hour nap, having skipped lunch I wanted to chow down on something reliably tasty, so I pulled on some sweatpants and went to my trusty Burger King drive-through. The line was super short and my fries were so hot that they burned my mouth.
I got home and popped a DVD in to watch with dinner, and what should I discover? That they gave me the wrong sandwich. I was hungry and would have eaten anything at that point, but what they substituted was just fucking nasty.
It was an Angus Steak Burger. I know that's supposed to be a premium sandwich and all, but it was fucking nasty. The onions were dark and coarse, the sauce was overly-applied and tasted heavily of bad mesquite, and it just smelled bad.
Okay, now - the smart drive-through connoisseur checks their bag before driving away. I didn't, and I wasn't going to get back in my car to go all the way back down there - it costs me a sandwich just to start my car. My receipt doesn't even say which combo I ordered - it's just a credit card draft...I can't even verify what I ordered. Fuck.
Posted by Tiffany at July 8, 2006 09:51 AM | TrackBack