Burger King — Restaurant in Staunton

It's hard to get excited about the king. As with any fast food chain restaurant there are pros and cons. The trick is not to set your goals to high when your cruiser sets it's landing gear down in the landing pad of Burger King. Burger King strives for consistency above all else in it's wares, meaning that a Whopper in Pentuxicutt, Rhode island and a Whopper in Tanzania and a Whopper in Antarctica and a Whopper in Liverpool all taste the exact same, if the King is doing his job as an exacting burger tyrant. This uncanny consistency is what BK is all about. How exactly the King manages this cloned uniformed meat army in location after location across continents and oceans is a guarded and sacred process, and as much of a miracle as the proverbial fish and bread feat of that patchouli reeking, cheek turning, water walking super hippie that briefly brightened an otherwise dark and sordid human history ages ago. All parables aside, one might be surprised in how much difference one can potentially find in two Whoppers mere blocks apart. What I'm getting at is that sometimes certain locations just don't hit par in the ol meat slinger March. This, my sesame seed bun loving friend, is one of those locations that for some parallel universe glitch or another just doesn't measure up to the rigorous standards of the King. Why this particular location produces lackluster sammiches is anybody's guess, a cursory inspection reveals nothing that would hint at a burger dud instead of a burger stud. Is it the way the fluorescent yellow lighting flickers out of phase? Or maybe the way the drive thru turns awkwardly behind the grease stained cinderblock castle walls? The dead eyed stares and empty smiles of the employees in paper hats? The way the feral neighborhood cats prowl and wail from the dumpsters? The dreadlocked bum asleep in the corner booth, his soot colored fingers repeatedly clenching a little yellow cup of cold black coffee in fevered bum dreams? The details are the devil's playground, and I am not one to get lost in the multiverse of tiny little deviations that make this particular burger king more like something out of a Stephen King book than I particularly care for personally. This one just feels...wrong. I'm just an average Joe, and I dine and dash according to my gut. Whenever I find myself here in this particular Burger King I don't have to think hard or have an inner dialogue... I just move on down the street to better burger joints, and don't ask why. It's easier that way, and somewhere deep down inside my reptilian survival...

This was my first time eating at this Burger King. I ordered online. I was told to go thru the Drive Thru Window. I showed up on my eScooter, and told them I had an order to pick up. I asked was it mobile...and I told them it was.

Before I left the house, I made sure that a copy of my order had gone to my email, just in case I was asked for it. I wasn't. I thought about them not asking for proof, but then again... You have to be really hungry to take someone's order, and also to know that they had ordered something and get there before then. Too much work, right?

My order was made until I got there, and that's 10++ in my book. An 8 minute ride back home and my sandwiches were still hot, fries and onion rings also. Both sandwiches were wrapped perfectly, right! The way they should be.

Both meals which were made for two, but only for me, turned into 4 meals. That's what I like in a single sandwich. Big enough to stuff you, but also large enough to make two meals out of one.

The restaurant was clean, no odors... It wasn't that hot of a day, so the AC was comfortable. I could see myself sitting and eating my meal here if I wanted to get out of the house for a while. I was very pleased ...

Hit BK up after work around 3:30-4 and it was dead, only one other patron already seated. Only one employee was visible and he was on the drive thru so we waited 3 or 4 minutes. The stainless steel serving counter was greasy and finger smudged. The apparent manager took our order for the 10 peice nuggets & a bacon double ( what else is there?). There was some question if they still had one last bag. They did. Long wait for 3 orders. I had time walk next door to the Exxon to find out 72 Reds were $6.27, not good. Back in the dingy BK got my order and left. The BK is a sad affair really, there is an air of neglect and complacency which befalls certain places and establishments. Didn't go to the restroom but dollars to donuts I bet I know the general condition...