Burger King

I think they have changed the ownership again because it seems to be better. Nothing outstanding, but not horrible, like it was. Except that everything is still so over-​salted. I wish that was different. I think they use a snow shovel to salt their fries. My fault for not ordering them unsalted. Excellent free Wi-​Fi signal. One of the best I’ve seen. Friendly and mostly competent workers, too.

First, I can’t be a fan (atic) of a Burger King on a knee jerk level, so A-​OK it is.
This store sits smack in the middle of McLoughlin Blvd.‘s run between Milwaukie’s old Main Street-​like downtown and its intersection with I-​205. The store appears to have been modernized at some point over the years it has been there, and probably recently. Here’s the deal as to why I even stopped in. If you want to slam dunk something along the lines of «recession food» down the hatch from Mickey D’s, your choices are largely limited to generic hamburgers and their McChicken sandwich which, unfortunately, is Cajun flavored and not my thing. On Fridays, select franchised locations are also offering up a Filet-​O-​Fish for a discounted price but I get hungry on days other than Friday. There, I said it: Filet-​O-​Fish. Filet-​O-​Fish. I said it again!
Enter Burger King. For a while now, they have been selling 10 chicken nuggets for $ 1.49. Now THAT’s what I’m talkin’ about! It is now easy to defect from Mickey D’s and head to BK when hunger pangs strike.
For this location:
Food — 3 stars — boilerplate Burger King
Locale and physical plant — 3.5 stars — way nicer than a BK one would expect to find in Milwaukie, Oregon
Service — 4 stars — the one and only time I’ve been in there, which is recently, the guy at the counter was very polite.
Because food counts for more when doing a weighted average, I give this Burger King in Milwaukie’s Oak Grove section 3 stars.

Pretty good visit actually. I was hoping their new fry sauce was similar to Frack Sauce… Nope! Ticket time was good and food was good.

Fast, Efficiant gut rott. YUM!

Alright. This Burger King is just fine. My chicken nuggets were tasty and my fries were hot! It was on par with any other BK experience. I don’t know why people are being so mean.

Went to drive threw window and ordered chicken sandwich meal # 9 was starving on the way home got the chicken sandwich out and bit in to it, couldn’t even chew it tasted and felt like cardboard as hard as a rock must have been sitting under the heat lamp for at least two hours, french fries were hard as a rock and dried out also. Will never eat Burger King again… used to love this place

This isn’t one of those typical, generic rants against fast food or the corporate machine. I’ve had many a juicy, delicious whopper w/​onion rings over the years, most of which really hit the spot.
But this particular store, on this particular night… the last (with all emphasis on L-​A-​S-​T) time I went thru their drive-​through, I discovered in lieu of cheese, they had put what could only have been shards of SOLIDIFIED LARD from their grease cookers in my burger! I was well down the road and on my way to work before I realized something was horribly, utterly wrong.
I realize it’s by no means unheard of for embittered/​twisted restaurant workers to do unmentionable things to the food they pass on to unsuspecting customers. Years ago some of you may remember the Taco Bell on Lombard (near Columbia Park) had an entire shift fired when it was discovered they’d put FECES in the refried beans…[note: this story existed more or less as an urban legend for years in our neighborhood, until I had it confirmed by an employee still working at the same ‘Bell]
Granted, this wasn’t as bad as all that. But it was bad enough. Disgusting. Completely ruined my burger (how could I take another bite, knowing only god– knows what else might be in it?). I’ve never gone back, and indeed, will never, ever be tempted to do so again.

I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom…
Well no, not really. I’ve gotten busy in some crazy ass places, but getting it on like Donkey Kong in the filthy public bathroom of a dying fast food franchise really aint my thang. What I meant to say was, «I once got busy in my bathroom, after Burger King». And while the two 22’s of Ninkasi’s Total Domination IPA, week old oatmeal butterscotch cookie dough, and solo Rock Band gyrations to the Steve Miller band probably did not help the situation, I think I will resist future calls by the King. I have already seen enough of the porcelain throne up close and personal.
The fries were stale and a little cold. Burger was satisfactory, but felt like a uranium brick of meat byproducts in my gut for the rest of the evening.
I guess after the gastronomic ecstasy of Andina’s the previous evening I was seeking some sort of balance with the choice of BK, a little fung shui for the tummy. Wouldn’t want my stomach to get too use to regular ingestion of oh so fine victuals and foodstuff.
Yet after last night, five star dining might need to be a more «regular» occurrence.