God knows why I found myself at Burger King. I think they're the worst fast food joint out there. They're bland as hell unless the food is overly salty, their menu board is in desparate need of a new color, and their marketing wonks just try WAY too hard to be "edgy". I think the idea going through my head when I went there this morning was "If I buy one of those French toast sandwiches you advertise incessantly, will you PLEASE stop playing those damn ads?" Thankfully, since my experience I haven't been exposed to any of their creepy advertising, due mostly to the fact that I haven't turned on the tv in three days. In the event there's someone from BK marketing trolling the board, the king head thing is getting really old really fast, guys; Jack in the Box beat you to the punch by a few years and pulls off the plastic head corporate spokesman deal way better.
I get to the drive-thru and order the sammitch with ham on it (knowing full well that their sausage is positively horrid), a medium order of the Cheesy Tots that someone was telling me about, and my standard fast food breakfast beverage, orange juice (I'm reminded of putting hot fudge on frozen yogurt... it's still bad for you, but hey it's yogurt so it's a little healthy, right?). I pull around to the window, pay up with plastic, see my food sitting in the drive-thru window while the drive-thru person goes and takes care of something else (apparently one guest at the counter and one at the drive-thru constitutes a major rush for these people), and eventually get my food. I check in the bag and see the sammitch, and a small order of hash browns. Grr. I do understand these things happen, so I went in and told the person at the counter what happened. They looked at it, took the hash brown order out of the bag and put it back under the heat lamp (!), then put in my correct order. Before I got my correct order, the drive-thru person protested that I hadn't paid for that one. Holy christ. I've worked in the service industry for a very, very long time, and have learned two simple rules:
1) If there is a problem, the customer is right.
2) If the customer is wrong, see rule 1.
For something as minor as a miscommunication on an order, all that should happen is a swift apology and fixing the order. Protesting that you think you're right should never, EVER be done.
Anyway, once I got things fixed and back on the road, I started chowing down. The french toast sandwich is almost as good as the McGriddle sandwiches from McDonalds... in other words, it sucks. Their eggs are almost flavorless, the cheese completely unnoticeable after it got absorbed by the bread, and the bread has the same blah industrial feel as a deep fried French toast stick. The only thing even remotely good was the ham, which was sliced nicely thin and had some flavor to it. I think if for some reason I go back to Burger King for breakfast, I'll do this with no egg, extra cheese, and hope to God they have raspberry jam, and have a luxurious Monte Cristo sandwich for breakfast. Well, at least a somewhat reasonable facsimile of one. The cheesy tot things were quite possibly one of the worst things I have eaten in a very long time. It was something that tasted sort of like cheese with little bits of almost cooked potato, wrapped in breading and deep fried. It was kinda cheesy, kinda crisp, but mostly a pasty mess. Whoever mentioned them with a smile in the first place should fear my wrath, and then I'll make him a breakfast that actually tastes good so he knows what he's missing out on. Oh, and as for the orange juice... something that has a little bit of pulp in it won't kill us. Really.
And what an honor, Burger King has received the first ever score on my blog of 0 on the 1 to 5 scale. The normal scale is:
5: I love it!
4: I like it.
3: It's OK.
2: I don't like it.
1: I hate it!
On rare occasions, you'll see the 0, which stands for Not Acceptable. This is for those times that something is just plain unforgivably awful, such as the double whammy of implying that I did something wrong AND putting food that had been given to a guest back on the serving line. Whatever the offense, it is absolutely certain that I will never, EVER visit the place again. On the other end is the 6, which will simply be known as "Oh. My. God." These are the places that do things just so extraordinary that you tell EVERYONE you know about it, from friends and family to the checker at the grocery store. If you see me rate something a 6, for goodness sakes get over there NOW. Just stay the hell away from Burger King.
Scottsdale Rd north of the 202
Service: 0 (Not Acceptable)
Price: 1 (Cheap Eats)
Kid Friendly: 4
Open for: B, L, D