Whataburger — Restaurant in San Antonio

Started putting down soapy water in the area where people order. People had to walk around the employee, the "wet floor" signs and walk around and through the soapy water in order to order their food. Then the employee walks around "scrubbing" (smearing) the soap water across the floor, then fires up the wet/dry vacuum, and weaves around the people, while they are trying to order.

THEN, instead of being DONE, the employee starts dribbling, and smearing, soapy water NEXT TO ME WHILE I AM TRYING TO EAT MY #1 BURGER (cold, dry and boring, but it was FREE), MY LARGE MACDONALDS KNOCK-OFF FRIES THAT COST MORE THAN THEY ARE WORTH AND MY MEDIUM "RASBERRY WHITE CHOCOLATE" SHAKE THAT HAD A WEIRD CHEMICAL FOR THE "RASBERRY" FLAVOR (MEANING NO FRUIT), AND THE WHITE CHOCOLATE WAS PURELY IMAGINARY; YOU HAD TO WANT TO TASTE IT, AND THEN MAKE BELIEVE YOU DID IN ORDER TO MAKE THE PROMOTIONAL SIGNS LITTERING THE RESTAURANT INTO SOMETHING OTHER THAN A DELIBERATE LIE. NEXT WEEK'S SPECIAL IS A BACON DOUBLE CHEESE LOBSTER BURGER. YOU RETARDS WILL LOVE IT.

They could have named that thing "blueberry almond fudge shake" and you slack-jaws wouldn't know the difference, and if anyone asked you what you had afterwards, you'd obediently parrot the Jew programing word-for-word, like any other...

Upon the well-trodden lanes of Marbach Road, in the fair city of San Antonio, stands a beacon of comfort and culinary delight—Whataburger. Tucked beside an EVgo charging station, this establishment offers more than mere sustenance; it is a sanctuary for the weary traveler, a chapel for the famished soul, and a noble respite beneath the orange crown of Texas hospitality.

I arrived in my electric carriage, low on charge but high in hope, and lo! As my vehicle drank from the current of progress, I wandered into Whataburger’s warm embrace. If the heavens had kitchens, surely they would model them after this. The burgers, each handcrafted with fidelity and fire, emerged as masterpieces worthy of royal banquets. The fries, crisp and golden, sang with every bite—an aria of texture and salt. And the staff? Verily, their demeanor was ever-gracious, as if each were schooled in the courts of refinement.

Though I visit when my purse permits and the queue is not overlong, every experience thus far hath been as consistent as the rising sun. Never have I left this place unsatisfied, nor unamused. With my soul content and my hunger vanquished, I do declare, with utmost conviction and poetic certainty, a five-star commendation. Long may this noble...

I bought the spicy chicken sandwich and it had something black in the middle. It supposed to be all white meat nothing black! Plus this is not normal like a dark meat piece of chicken!! This chicken was bad and it looked worse!! I took it back with the fried new I didn't eat any fries and the girl at the wondow said it looked fine it looked white. When I handed it to her I told her to look at it but she took it inside and closed the window then came back and said it looked good to her and that it looked just like chicken to her when I asked if she looked at it she said she threw it away and that she wasn't going to dig in the trash to go look at it! She had it in her hands and had the chance to look at it and she didn't!! But I took pictures and I showed them and they were speechless after that. They probably thought they could deny it and act like if nothing happened! But they didn't know I had pictures!! After they saw the pictures I told them I wanted a refund and they deny it to me! They say i can wait for them to drop a new one! I hardly eat what a burger but after this i don't know if I'm ever...