Burger King — Restaurant in Wales

Listen, I came to Burger King for a Whopper, but I left with a story I’ll tell at every family gathering for the rest of my life. Why? Because of Dylan. Thats right DYLAN.

I was just standing there, minding my own business, when I heard someone yell, “INCOMING!” I turned around, and there he was— Dylan, the good little boy, SPRINTING toward the grill. Before I could even say, “Is this a fire drill?” he leapt over the entire grill like it was a puddle and he was wearing his good shoes for crews.

The man didn’t just vault—he soared. I swear, time slowed down. The fry cooks froze. The coke machine let out a respectful whir. Even the onion rings stopped sizzling to watch.

When he landed, he casually flipped a burger mid-air, caught it on a bun, and handed it to me like, “Here’s your Whopper, no big deal.” NO BIG DEAL? DYLAN, YOU JUST PARKOURED OVER A 400-DEGREE GRILL.

I asked him if he does this often, and he said, “Only on Tuesdays and when the vibe is right.” THE VIBE WAS RIGHT, FOLKS.

Burger King, I don’t know what you’re paying Dylan, but it’s not enough. This man deserves a crown, and his own Netflix...

To cut a long story short basically after coming here a few times after work to grab a quick snack for me and my son the other day I went and they left out my chilli cheese bites. I was really upset as they are my fave but thought oh well I’ll grab them next time I’m going past. Went in today to let them know about their mistake with my order ticket and was told by management there was nothing they could do. What the French Fries! At the time I just said ok no worries as I was pretty embarrassed to even be asking but no, yes there is, give me the bites I payed for. Also I would never of said before but the food I had was stone cold and had a really funny gross taste to it. Anyway this is the first and last time I’ll complain and be going to Burger King! I am now...

Absolutely appalling !! Called in on the way home from work which I often do on a Saturday but this time was shocking, You don’t expect to be screamed at “to keep the noise down” by the manager when your waiting 40+ minutes for your “fast food” order. (People are obviously going to get a tad ratty)

I questioned where my order was once he started calling out numbers after mine, and was told “called that one ages ago, and threw a bag of cold food on the counter” No apology for the wait, I understand it’s not easy working with a lot of the customers in there being drunk, but the manager needs to realise who the sober ones are!

Attitude was uncalled for Food went straight in the bed as it...