Hey Wendy's- GET YOUR FUCKING ACT TOGETHER, OKAY?

The BBQ Pit
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Not Salad Bar, Vanilla, SUPER Bar. sigh

There were two of these in Sioux Falls for the longest time, and I LOVED them. Make your own tacos and nachos, two kinds of noodles on the spaghetti bar, the unsalted sunflower seeds with the raisins in them. A fast food treat that’s almost sorta good-for-ya-ish.

The hazard with loving prepared food is that eventually they discontinue it. I s’pose if it doesn’t come back, it was never yours to begin with, but still…

Dammit, now I’m all melancholy. And hungry. (And horny, oddly enough, but that has little to do with the matter at hand.)

-Myron

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As long as the meat is fully cooked, kept at the right temps, and stored properly, what difference does it make if you use the meat cooked for the line that timed out, or if you cook up fresh beef and overcook it to chop? It’s not like they’re just tossing old burgers in and calling it a day… :rolleyes:

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Another thing I hate about Wendy’s is that there’s not enough consistency between locations. Now I understand basically how franchising works and everything, but if you can get every Wendy’s to sell Biggie fries, why can’t you get every Wendy’s to sell the Great Biggie sized Coke. My Wendy’s has GB fries, but no GB Coke. When you order a Biggie sized combo you get the GB fries and a regular Biggie Coke. WTF is up with that shit? 32 ounces of soda filled 5/6 of the way to the top with ice won’t last much longer than my meal. Then half the time they don’t even fill it up all the way. I don’t know what bumpy roads these people think I’m driving on that I need a full inch of air at the top of my cup, but I usually find myself handing the drink back in the window so an unapologetic asshole can fill it up the rest of the way and hopefully not spit in it.

Then, of course, there’s honey. Growing up in the Northeast, I always put honey on my nuggets, as did the rest of my family. Apparently, fewer people do that in the South (my wife hadn’t even heard of the practice!), so none of the Wendy’s stores around here even carry honey. Thanks guys. :rolleyes:

At least Popeye’s still seems to somewhat care about what the customer wants. Despite the fact that it’s a Louisiana-based company, they always have honey available for their nuggets.

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I’m with Pammipoo here… So what they use meat they cooked earlier in the day… Ever eat a can of Hormel? THAT meat is nasty…

As for fast food, I’ve pretty well given up on them… I can never get an order right from Taco Bell or Wendy’s unless I sit at the window and check for EVERYTHING that I’m supposed to get (Are straws really that expensive? When I am picking up lunch for myself and a couple people I work with, each of us getting a drink, WHY do I only get one straw? I like my employees… but I ain’t sipping from their straws…)

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Goddamn, right with you, my man. Our neighborhood Wendy’s has a horrible track record of providing regular coke when I’ve ordered Diet Coke. Getting fucked over drinkwise has probably cost me 10 years of my life because it makes me SO FUCKING CRANKY!

I try to remember to sip it before pulling forward, but sometimes I’m so busy trying to hand the chicken nuggets over the backseat to my son and count the contents of the sack and whatnot that I don’t get around to unwrapping the straw, stuffing it into the cup, and doing a taste test.

I fucking HATE regular soda. I simply can’t bear to drink it because I loathe the way it tastes. If I don’t turn around, go back, park my car, and wait in line to get a new one, I end up just throwing it out.

And let me tell you, going back to get it right defeats the whole fucking point. I mean, drive-through soda is vastly overpriced but I am willing to pay for the convenience of not having to get out of my car. Hello? Hello?!? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

The real tragedy, Wendy’s has the only decent fast food. I really wish they had some sort of algorithm for ensuring their customer get the right goddamn drink.

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Gah! Wendy’s is on my list of “restaurants to smack around whenever I get the chance.”

My sob story involves the ketchup phenomenon.

It was in the year…eh, who cares, it was late and I had been drinking and was being kindly chauffered around in the dead of night. I had a whopping $2 on me, and wanted french fries more than anything in the world. The concept of “fry” had become central to my beer-fuzzied purpose in life. I could feel the crisp outside give way to the steaming softness within. The light coatiing of oil and salt that would be left on my lips and fingers…sigh, the tangy goodness of ketchup over it all…

Well, my chaffeurs kindly pulled over and I ordered my small fries. I’d already bitten one when I realized they’d cheaped out on the ketchup, but feeling lucky that I caught the tragic error before we left, I asked for some. My polite request was answered with “no.” That’s it simple and plain. They had run out of ketchup. CLEAN OUT!

I was livid. I asked if there was some in the back. No? How about in tiny packets under the counter. No? What the hell is wrong with you people? You serve burgers and fries, you cannot run out of ketchup! You should be required by federal law to keep at least a 3-day supply of ketchup on hand in the event of an emergency. It’s the perfect food, it’s sweet yet tangy, never goes bad…How did you run out of ketchup???

I was stuck with a handful of lukewarm fries that were no longer worth eating. AND the bastards had my last $2 so I couldn’t go find a respectable ketchup serving joint to patronize. In my drunken state I started yelling at the poor pimply faced kid about how he should have warned me and if I had known I never would’ve ordered the fries in the first place. I started listing all the foods that could presumably require ketchup, and then another list of foods that would not require the out-of-ketchup warning. Mercifully my friends drove off mid-rant, but I still havent’ been back to that awful place!

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Well, in the interest of research, I visited Wendy’s this very evening. I wanted to find out just how pervasive the Wendy’s Ketchup Phenomena truly is.

The tale begins as I pull off the road into their parking lot. Apparently the architects of this particular restaurant felt it would be best to have the parking lot sit abour five feet above the level of the roadway. Perhaps it makes their store more visible from a distance? Perhaps in a state more flat than Michigan - and a state where it snows considerably less - this would have been a good idea. Unfortunately the result tonight was that my full sized Ford 4x4 was unable to get enough traction to get up the hill. Admittedly I was in 2 wheel drive mode at the time, but switching to 4 wheel drive requires being stopped on level ground in neutral and getting out of the truck. I was facing up a relatively steep incline, with the rear of my truck in traffic, and no chance of actually getting out to lock in the hubs. Eventually, with much tire spinning, I was able to get into the parking lot. I immediately engaged 4 wheel drive.

So, around to the speaker to place my order. (In all fairness this research required the use of the drive through window) A gender non-specific voice greeted me asking for my order.

Now at this point I feel it should be noted that the orders I place tend to be very straight forward. I have witnessed people being so specific with their eating habits as to vary nearly everything that normally comes with the item in question (Easy on the ketchup, but lots of relish, not so much onion as usual and leave the lettuce off entirely) These sorts of people, not only should be expecting to get their order wrong, they should be taken out behind the dumpster and beaten about the body with frozen hamburger patties for making everyone else in line wait for the place to get their anal-retentive order placed in the first place. I order, quite simply, a number one (Classic single combo meal) with Mountain Dew and, thanks to someone at Wendy’s having some modicum of foresight, chili instead of fries. I hate their fries. I won’t eat them. I am grateful for not having them forced on me regardless of my preference.

The gender non-specific voice asks me to repeat my order, and so I do. “You want chili instead of fries?” One would thing I’d asked for an avocado carved in the likeness of Betty Ford. I reply that that’s correct and am told that my total would “be ready at the window.”

I pull around to the window, getting excellent traction now, to see a young kid who, I am certain, sounded so gender non-specific because puberty is a good two to three years in his future. If he is lucky. His manager is there explaining to him that substituting chili for fries is neither unusual nor in violation of the Geneva Fast Food Convention. I picture the following exchange:

“Look, if he is getting chili, he won’t want any ketchup! Just give it to him that way!”

Finally Gender Marginally-Specific tells me my total. I hand him cash and he trades it for my drink - sans straw. Ok… I’m prepared for this… I have trained… I know what to do… “Can I…” <SLAM> The window slides shut… Well… I watched the first one go by, but there are still two more strikes… Right?

The window slides back open as GMS Kid hands my change to me… I see my opening and swing… “May I have a straw please?” I am met with a look such as I have never seen before. His eyes told a thousand tales. Here was a man - a stranger - at his window actually SPEAKING to him. What twisted reality could have come into being to allow such a thing to happen? Didn’t this stranger know that his lot in life was to be silent at all costs? He met my question with those evil, cold eyes and said “Could you repeat your order, please?” <SLAM>

Strike two…

All is not yet lost… I still have not received my burger or chili. I see them making the burger, and I look back to the “Fry Station”, which is certainly the cebtral hub of any well run burger joint, and I see them sliding a chili and fries into a bag… The manager here, though, has a good eye. After a frenzied discussion the fries are removed from the sack. The bag is delivered to the end of the burger line where it is loaded down with the other items required in any given order… I’m watching, though, giving the manager a run for the money when it comes to spotting the wrongdoings of others, and no straw is placed in the sack.

Out comes the bag, and I ask for NOT a straw, but chili sauce. At this point I felt a change-up was my best bet. Agitated, but compliant, GMS Kid reaches for a couple packets of chili sauce. As he is doing that I say, in a slightly raised voice “And a STRAW!” He feigns hearing loss, but I persist. “A straw please!” A miracle recovery, yet there is obvious difficulty with comprehension… “A what?” “A STRAW!” Raising my voice yet again and pointing at the top of my drink. He hands me a straw!

I come back to my office to enjoy my meal and write of my triumphs, emptying the sack’s contents onto my desk… Wait a minute… No napkins!

Strike three…

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Couldn’t you just use the straw wrapper as a napkin?

::ducks & runs::
:wink:

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Umm… I would bet you nearly anything that Popeye’s carries honey for their delicious buttery biscuits, not with their chicken nuggets in mind. What kind of person degrades a perfectly good chicken nugget with honey? ;>

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I do not like Wendy’s for the simple fact that when I ask for a plain single with nothing on it (i emphasize that point) and they ask “Do you want cheese on that?”
Listen dipshit. That wouldn’t be a plain hamburger if it had cheese on it. It would be antithetical to the whole concept of a plain hamburger that was made up entirely of bread, meat and bread.
Why must they always ask that kind of question? I certainly do not become infuriated nor does my face go flush when the question is asked and my reply is always patient and polite without a hint of condescension. Of course they’re working at Wendy’s so one must not expect much from these individuals.
I’ve stopped going to fast food restaurants because they always insist on throwing ketchup and salt packets into the bag which inevitably get stuck between the fries which makes eating them later on a chore trying to extricate the small containers from the food.

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You know what the sad fucking thing is, raisinbread? The first day they consider a plain to be a plain and serve it up without cheese (and without asking) some puddle-headed moron customer is going to say “Wait! I wanted cheese on this!”

My friend is a flight attendant and says he can’t believe how many people ask for “coffee regular” and then when he checks to make sure that means black with sugar (or whatever it means) half the time he gets a condesending look for asking, and the other half he gets a condesending look for getting it wrong. Apparently “coffee regular” means something different to some customers. He can’t win.

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I used to eat my McNuggets that way when I was four or five. I don’t know if McDonald’s still offers honey, but they definitely did back then.

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What kind of person degrades a perfectly good buttery biscuit with honey? :slight_smile: A buttery Popeye’s biscuit needs two things - jelly, and more butter.

You’re probably right about the reason for the honey at Popeye’s, though. I hadn’t though of that.

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Oh, and McDonald’s still has honey. The problem, of course, is that McNuggets are completely gross.

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Gravy?? Really?

I’ve never heard of fast food gravy, except KFC. I’ve never been to a Popeyes or Jack in the Box (Popeyes is sort of like KFC, and JITB is a burger joint, right?) but outside of the mashed potatoes at KFC, why would you want gravy?

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Your straws are all belong to us…

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What I would like to know is, why can’t McDonalds have all white-meat chicken nuggets??

Wendy’s has 5 all white-meat chicken nuggets for .99. McDonald’s has 6 disgusting mixed meat chicken nuggets for 2.79 or something like that. McD’s chicken nuggets would be soo good if they were white meat.

You’re lucky to get one white chicken nugget in a bunch.

BluMoon-who prefers McNuggets with BBQ sauce