Burger King — Restaurant in Nelsonville

The flickering neon sign of the Burger King usually filled me with a familiar, comforting sense of impending flame-grilled goodness. But tonight, as I pushed open the door, a chill snaked up my spine colder than an unthawed milkshake. The place was… eerie. The usual cheerful chaos was replaced by a tense, hushed silence. And then I saw them. A gang of shadowy figures, cloaked in what looked suspiciously like repurposed McDonald's uniforms, stood menacingly around the counter. One, clearly the leader with a menacingly pointy 'M' embroidered on his chest, held a terrified cashier in a headlock. "Give us the secret recipe for the Whopper, or the fries get it!" he hissed, brandishing a rusty spork. My heart pounded. This wasn't just a robbery; this was an inter-franchise turf war! Before I could even consider sacrificing my precious bacon double cheeseburger dreams to call the authorities, a booming voice echoed from the back. "Unhand that employee, you miscreants! You dare defile my domain?" From behind the swinging kitchen doors, emerged a figure of regal proportions. It wasn't just a King; it was The King. His plastic crown gleamed under the dim lights, his velvet-trimmed robe billowing dramatically. He strode forward, not with the hurried gait of a fast-food mascot, but with the majestic swagger of a monarch reclaiming his throne. The McDonald's gang, momentarily stunned by his sudden appearance, faltered. "The King?" sputtered the leader, his spork hand trembling. "But... but you're just a marketing gimmick!" The King let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "A gimmick, am I? Tell that to my loyal subjects who crave the flame-grilled perfection only I can bestow!" With a flourish, he produced not a sword, but a gleaming, oversized golden spatula. It shimmered with an almost magical aura. The fight that ensued was legendary. The King, with surprising agility for a man of his… stature, parried rusty sporks with the flat of his spatula. He dodged flying napkins and strategically deployed condiment packets, turning the floor into a slippery battlefield of ketchup and mustard. At one point, he used a strategically placed onion ring to trip up two of the 'M' goons, sending them sprawling into the soda fountain. "For the Whopper!" he bellowed, expertly deflecting a thrown coffee pot with a swift flick of his wrist. He moved with the grace of a seasoned grill master, his every swing purposeful and powerful. He even managed to liberate a stray chicken fry from the clutches of a particularly greasy assailant, returning it safely to its rightful place on the counter. Finally, with a triumphant cry, The King cornered the leader. Instead of a crushing blow, he did something unexpected. He flipped him. Not with violence, but with the precise, practiced motion of flipping a burger. The leader landed with a surprised splat in a pile of discarded fry boxes. With the McDonald's gang subdued and whimpering amongst the wrappers, The King turned to the shaken cashier, offering a comforting, if slightly unsettling, royal wink. Then, his gaze fell upon me. "Fear not, loyal customer," he declared, his voice resonating with an almost otherworldly warmth. "Your meal awaits. And rest assured, the flame-grilled integrity of this establishment remains unsullied." He then smoothly slid my order across the counter, perfectly assembled and emanating a glorious, cheesy aroma. I took my Whopper, still reeling, but undeniably grateful. As I walked out, The King stood tall behind the counter, spatula at the ready, a silent guardian of the flame. I’m telling you, that night, Burger King wasn't just a fast-food joint; it was a fortress, and The King was its unwavering, spatula-wielding hero. Never underestimate the power of a good mascot, especially when the fate of fast-food supremacy hangs in...

I went threw the drive and ordered the same exact order I always do only to get the wrong meal so I called in to see if we could get this fixed and the guy that identified his name is Chris Which is who I assume the manager was Clearly upset with me calling in to report I’ve gotten the wrong meal Was in my opinion in no way fit to be not even in a managers position, but an employee position when dealing with customers or any other interaction with any human being I tried calling back in ,due to the fact that after he was done raising his voice he hung up on me only to find “someone would pick up and hang right back up on me with out the first word. So after a few failed attempts I decided to just go back to the location. Even after going in and stating the problems I still had to sternly address this guy Chris to stop yelling and being disrespectful . In my opinion this very kind of interaction is the very picture representation of why someone completely takes there business to another Establishments that handle customer service with at least a little...

WARNING WARNING The gentleman at this location named "Matt" is a class act!! He will not only wait on you with a smile but with great enthusiasm!!

When I approached the counter, he made me feel like he knew me for years. I mean come on this kind of treatment (customer service) at a fast-food place. This kind of customer service is lacking and has become not existent.

Matt is an asset to this business location and in my opinion would be an asset to any business.

Keep up the Great work Matt and hopefully Burger King will give you what you are worth.

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