Burger King

Unfortunately no one taught the employees how to use a credit card machine at the drive through or manners. My poor wife went there for lunch and ordered food and the lady swiped my card and said it was declined then yelled it across the restaurant just to make a point. My wife was mortified and was upset and ill from the interaction all the way back to work. I knew my card was fine so i called the bank. They told me that no one had even tried to use it yet that day and that the account was fine. That either the employee didn’t run it properly or there machine was offline. I tried to call the location to inform them of their faulty machine/​cashier and all 3 numbers listed for this location seem to be disconnected. No wonder they cant run a credit card

Only 2 cars in front of us in the drive thru and waited 15 minutes to get to the speaker to place an order then waited over two minutes to start ordering. Gave up and drove straight through, the two cars in front of us were already gone. Went to Hardee’s 2 blocks away and had order placed and food in hand in less than 7 minutes. Don’t waste your time with this Buger King. I am very disappointed because I really wanted a Whopper.

The people here were very sweet. I just couldn’t get my angry whopper right. Now I understand that I had a special order but I just wanted to have my spicy onion petals. I went back twice. Sigh. Kudos to them for agreeing to fix it though without any problems. I just couldn’t get it fixed lol.

I have a horribly dysfunctional relationship with fast food restaurants. Sshhhhh! Don’t tell the other restaurants that I cheat on them with these brazen hussies! I’ll slink down State Avenue on the down low, glancing furtively about… making certain that I’m not seen as I cavort with one of these trash-​food trollups. Scoring my booty from these street-​savy strumpets, I cart the bag of ill-​gotten gains off to my lair to sup secretly on my quick «FIX»…alas, then comes the tragic, guilt-​ridden devolution into a pathetic lump as I fall into an afternoon carb-​coma, having partaken once again of the evil fruit. Yep… I was on my way home from the doctor’s and thought I needed to pick up some lunch. Oh dear. There’s a BK over yonder I haven’t visited in quite some time. As though on auto-​pilot, the Li’l Red Wagon had a mind of it’s own and the next thing I knew, I was confiding in my pusher, telling her the fix I needed, I craved… within moments, I was sailing down I-​70, on my way back to work with my bag of contraband, sneaking it through security and up to my cubicle, devouring it with eyes darting about like a hyena savoring its kill on the hot, steamy savannah. It was a Double Whopper with cheese with fries and Coke. The Whopper was delish. The fries? Ick… They need to work on those fries.