All I wanted to do was get a quick meal because I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast and I have to work tonight. First I tried to go to Burger King but at 5:30 in the evening — prime dinner time — the Einsteins working there “didn’t realize” that the fucking squawk box wasn’t turned on. After sitting for five minutes behind three other vehicles, the driver of the first of which was apparently as stupid as the Burger King employees and incapable of figuring out no one was going to be taking his order short of the window, I decided to try another of the multitude of fast-food chains that blight my neighborhood — Wendy’s.
Wendy’s squawk box was working perfectly well, so I ordered the number 6 meal — a Spicy Chicken Sandwich with french fries and a beverage. We’ll bypass the stupidity of their menu board and the fact that the photo of each meal has two prices that bear no relation to the question the order-taker asks — “small, medium or large?” — and move on to the real problem with Wendy’s: their apparent inability to maintain sufficient stock and/or hire people capable of correctly preparing very simple food.
I hadn’t been to Wendy’s in a while because the last several times I went there to get a Mandarin Chicken Salad, I either had to leave empty-handed because they had no chicken or mandarin oranges or I’ve gotten home only to discover that this time they had decided not to tell me they didn’t have all the ingredients on hand.
So today I decided to try their Spicy Chicken Sandwich. Looks delicious in the advertisement photo, doesn’t it?
Well, I know better than to think that what I am going to get is going to look like that. What I do expect is that it will at least contain the advertised ingredients — in this case, a fried chicken fillet, some lettuce, a slice of tomato and some mayo.
Sadly, once again Wendy’s was not able to meet even this minimal standard.
This is what tonight’s Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwich looked like:
It’s hard to imagine how anyone could think that one and a half inch by one and a half inch piece of lettuce justifies a claim that there is lettuce on this sandwich. The mayonnaise is apparently measured out by quarter teaspoon. If you look closely at the chicken in the photo you can see a light colored smear. That’s the entirety of the mayo. Tomato slice? Not so much as a hint that they even had a tomato in the store, much less waved it over my sandwich.
And their french fries are shit. Now I understand why they have the price for the meal without fries placed so prominently on that menu board.
There’s no point in going back and complaining about the meal — been there, done that. But I have finally learned my lesson. If you want your food fast at Burger King, consider parking and walking inside. And if you want your meal to contain all the advertised ingredients, don’t go to Wendy’s.