Place: Whataburger
Lunch: Whataburger (no tomato, extra pickles), onion rings, chocolate malt
26 minutes
Twenty-six minutes.
It took them twenty-six minutes to fulfill this order.
Seriously.
I don't care if there's a room full of teenage girls (some sports team) here. There aren't enough of them to fill the place, and they'd all long since ordered when I got here, and most of them seemed to be eating.
You know how almost every fast food employee programatically says "Sorry about the wait" to you every time they give you your food?
This one didn't. She just handed me the tray and said "Need ketchup?"
And then some idiot passing by spilled ranch sauce on me. I didn't even notice...another patron alerted me to the drip on my shirt.
I love a long cold winter, but even I was ready for a thaw by this weekend. And I'm in 70 degree weather with the sun roof open today. I even had the air conditioning on for awhile. And I stumbled on a really cool convenience store that claims to have over 500 different sodas, mostly in glass bottles. They had Moxie. MOXIE! I NOW OWN A BOTTLE OF MOXIE!
I'm almost scared to try it.
