Story time: So my mother will never eat at Burger King again. Why? Because she ordered a Whopper with no onions and extra pickles. What she got was a regular Whopper and no extra pickles. Now this wasn't too bad. She just took it back and asked for a new one. So they made it again. This time it was a regular Whopper and no extra pickles. So she went back to the counter again and asked for another. The manager proceeded to make the Whopper to make sure it wasn't made incorrectly for the third time. However, while watching the manager my mother saw her put onions on the burger. When the manager brought the burger to the counter my mother said there were onions on the burger and she can't eat it. The manager then tried to argue that she made it and no there were no onions on the burger. So my mother just unwrapped it at the counter took the bun off and pointed to the onions. By this time she'd had enough and just wanted her money back. Of course she also sent an email reporting the
incident the regional manager and got a gift certificate, for some amount I can't remember, back but didn't use and has never eaten at a Burger King again. Never once did she raise her voice or yell at any of the employees. After all this happened when she sat back down with us a teenager at a different table said "Ma'am I think I got your burger". His Whopper was loaded with pickles but still had onions.
This is exactly why I am friends with chefs and not my mom. Seriously, my two best friends are chefs.
My mom thinks she's a chef but she's a shef. Fuck that.
My mom thinks she's a chef but she's a shef. Fuck that.