I went to Rallyburger today and ordered, as I always do, a Rallyburger with ketchup and pickles only. When they handed it to me, I checked it, as I always do, and found dribs of mayonnaise in with the ketchup. Back to the window.
Me: Excuse me, there’s mayonnaise on this. Can I get another one?
Cashier: No, no… (sounding like she’s going to try to convince me that mayonnaise I didn’t ask for isn’t a problem)
Me: I don’t want mayonnaise on this. Can I get another one?
Cashier:
Me: (to manager) There’s mayonnaise on this, and I asked for pickles and ketchup only. Can I get another one?
Manager: See, the spoon sometimes has mayo—
Me: Can I just get another one?
Manager: We can give it to you with pickles only and you put the ketchup on yourself? See, the ketchup spoon sometimes has mayo on it.
Me: Sure, okay.
They give me the burger with three pickles, and three ketchup packets. I slather on the ketchup, much to my taste, and chomp away.
While I’m holding down the paper so it won’t blow away (see, I’m a conscientious customer!) I realize:
- When you fuck up someone’s burger, you don’t give them an explanation of how unsanitary your dress table is, you just say “Sorry” and make a new one.
- The ketchup spoon sometimes has mayo on it? What the fuck? That wouldn’t have happened when I worked at McD’s, because all the condiments were applied from task-specific gadgets. Mayo never got anywhere near a burger; it was strictly for chicken sandwiches. And no condiments ever mixed before they were applied; they went from the container to the sandwich. It could have happened at Burger King, where we spread the mayo with a spatula. But if it had, I would have been fired on the spot. You did not allow condiments to touch each other.
- I do my job. Other people can bloody well do theirs.
I’ll probably do this from now on; ask for pickles and put the ketchup on myself. Once, through some fluke, I got a burger that had a decent, Carl’s Jr. amount of ketchup. The next time I ordered, I said, “The burger I had last time was soooo good; plenty of ketchup. Can you tell them to put plenty of ketchup on this time too?” I got the usual what’s-that-buzzing-sound look and a drip of ketchup that wouldn’t have fed Woodstock (the bird, not the festival).
But “the ketchup spoon sometimes has mayo on it”? That’s like telling me, “Sorry; all our grill people are hung over”. David Lewandowski (owner of the McD’s where I worked) would kick your ass all the way to the Mojave desert! I’m toying with the idea of reporting this to the people who grade restaurants in LA.
And if you’re wondering why I don’t go somewhere else, Rally’s is the only FF place within walking distance of my work. I usually eat there 2 or 3 days out of 5; on others, I bring my lunch. The product, when it’s dressed properly, is always good; it’s just the service that’s spotty.