Hungry Jack's Burgers Bell Street — Restaurant in Melbourne

This place is always dirty... From filthy glass doors to the filthy food order screens . Then the front counter has stuff spilled on it .. On customer side .. Several visits I have kindly pointed the yucky stuff on counter in front of me..never have they said .oh sorry we will clean it up ... one time I offered to clean it up... she just said ..it will be OK.. Have you had the same senior staff for past 5ish year or longer ... The tables often are sitting with left food or packing from past customers .. yuk . If they were busy .. I could understand but staff at counter are often standing around or talking .. It makes us the customer feel like they don't care . I was sitting eating . I heard 2 other people remarking about how another store was cleaner .. They also remarked that this store is all ways dirty ... The seats and tables were in good condition it was the cleaning (not) and the complacent unhelpful staff that made it an unpleasant visit . Food great ..I tried the aussie one .. With beetroot .. Food was good .. The only reason I go there ....I am not a local but have to go appointments near by on regular basis. 6 to 8 weeks apart .. I look forward to your food ...I don't have takeaway very much .. I look forward to see what new yummy thing you have on the menu ... But always aware of the uncleanliness . Don't they have hourly checks they should be doing ..re cleaning fingerprints tables screens counters .. I managed several cafes and supervised staff in retain .. I used to make them walk in the customers foot steps ..not just come in staff entrance. Pay attention from the moment they enter the Hungry Jack's property . See rubbish pick it up etc... Yr staff need to do more customer walks and clean as they go .. I am sick of writing negative things about this store each time I go there . It would be nice to go to a clean store . Enjoy my meal and be able to say that...

To tame, or not to tame, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The grumblings and growls of outrageous hunger, Or to take arms against a sea of cravings And by opposing, end them: to eat, to taste No more; and by a taste, to say we end The heartburn, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to? 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To eat, to feast; To feast, perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub, For in that food-induced slumber what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this daily routine, Must give us pause.

There's the respect That makes calamity of so prolonged fast; For who would bear the chips and drinks of time, The burger's wrong, the proud nugget's contumely, The pangs of despised onion rings, the sauce's delay, The insolence of cheeseburger, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare Whopper? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after meal, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.

Soft you now, The fair Hunger Tamer! In thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. Not in my wildest dreams Could I envision a meal so profound, A monument of culinary might, That it doth tame the wildest of appetites, A beacon in the night for those lost in hunger's blight. Oh, spicy sauce, thy sting is sweet, thy heat divine, To tame, or not to tame, is...

I love Hungry Jack's as a treat, and since this is the closest one to me, I’ve ordered from here several times. But after repeated disasters, I’m finally pushed to write this review. Consider it a cry for help.

If Hungry Jack's Bell St. had a slogan, it would be: "Always Wrong, Always Bad." Every visit feels like playing a game of "Maybe this time it’ll be okay" or "Maybe it’s under new management." Spoiler alert: it’s not.

Let’s start with the food. The chicken burgers are so dry they could double as coasters. Whoppers without tomato? That’s just today’s special. It’s a consistent parade of culinary disappointments. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Honestly, the only thing consistent here is their ability to disappoint.

And the service? Imagine a team so indifferent it’s almost impressive. Orders are routinely wrong or incomplete. On several occasions, they’ve handed my diabetic husband a full-sugar Coke after explicitly confirming it was "No Sugar." Bravo, Hungry Jack’s—turning a simple drive-through order into a health hazard. THEY. DO. NOT. CARE. Honestly, it feels like stepping into an alternate reality.

It’s as though Hungry Jack's Bell St. is part of some elaborate prank show, and the joke is always on the customer. Seriously, with so many bad reviews already, I live in hope that something will finally be...