Took 4 calls to guys out back before anyone came to the counter. I don't like those self service thingys. If I'm in a "restaurant" (which incidentally comes from the French word 'restorative', a word used to describe a healing soup remedy for the ill obtained from outside the home. the convenience of which the rich then claimed and opened there wealthy home fronts as the very first out of home lace to dine. Restore here, etc, but enough history class) fast food outlet or not, I'm not serving myself. It was a quick and short walk back to my motel, but everything was still stone cold regardless. Hungry Jacks have never improved on there packaging for take away. Which is a shame because we all know the " burgers are better". Of course my bacon delux looked nothing like the picture, more like it started out as the picture then got stood on by the giant invisible elephant in the room named, Service. I've eaten toasted sandwiches less flat. Nice smile from the person who eventually served me, but I don't get why she needed reminding to include straws. Since digesting, I've had the runs all day. But then it is clod and flu season so wash those hands everybody! Before and after anything...