Burger King

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So I grab these chicken strips and fries, get to the house, open up the box and I'm hit with the intense odor of BO. Now this isn't just fucked up because of the smell, but I had to stand in the place for like 10 minutes while they cooked this shit. The Hindu guy kept looking at me through the little burger holder thing. Fuck if I know what that's called because I've never worked fast food. But yeah, he kept eyeballing me. I wonder if he rubbed his nuts or armpits on my chicken. Anyway, I puked because the smell was so horrendous.

Note: I ate 2 strips and like 3 fries, fuck you Burger King.

[UnluckyXIII]

Gross. Sorry to read that. What did you do to offend him?

[Biologic]

Wait outside bk till he gets off and rub your nuts on his face

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Nothing.

[UnluckyXIII]

I'd take what's left back and talk to the manager.

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Fuck it, I just won't go to that BK again. I bet his family is the one that cooks at my friends apartment complex and smells up the entire joint. I swear it smells like deep fried sweaty socks soaked in pickle juice. They also painted some weird symbols on the door frame outside of their apartment.

[UnluckyXIII]

If you did nothing to affect an attack from the fry-master, he's going to do this to other people too. Rarely do I care for humanity at large, but this guy is doing shit that's a health hazard. If not for yourself, complain for the sake of your fellow man.

[ClassyBroad]

Burger King is gross anyway, imo.
Grosser than other fast food places, which isn't saying much, but still...

[UnluckyXIII]

If you've not tried Subway's Orchard Chicken Salad, I highly recommend it as the better fast food meal around.

I had one last night. The surprise was the sudden taste of cherries that augmented the rather traditional chicken salad, adding a new twist on this American institution.

We opted for a very generic take on the sandwich; the 8 grain honey oat bread was not toasted and the condiments were sparse, consisting only of lettuce, red onion and black olives.

The first bite was rather what I should expect from a mass produced sandwich filling: bland and without life. However, without knowing of the cheery mixed in, the second bite took on a whole new experience. It was quite festive; as if there was a party in my mouth and many were sent invitations to which half of RSVP'd.

All-&-all, should one choose to endanger one's health with fast food, I would place Subway's limited time sandwich high upon a selective and very limited menu.