Small square cheeseburger. http://www.krystal.com/ - click on the menu part to see pictures. Just like White Castle sliders.
Googling tells me think White Castle sliders.
I have a good story:
We are in the process of moving, so we were pretty weary this weekend. We decided to try the Pizzeria Uno deal - two specialty pizzas for $20.
I order their mushroom lover, he orders the meat lovers. He goes to pick it up, and when he gets there, he checks the boxes. We have…one meat lover’s, and another meat lovers.
He went back in to complain. The manager came out and apologized about 20 times, and we got both pizzas free.
Fun!
Years ago my (then) GF and I decided to have a “floor picnic.” That is, spread a sheet out on the floor and dine by the sensous crackle of TV light.
We decided to get food from Boston Market. They had a deal for “family meals”, which included copious gobs of some sort of charred animal flesh and three sides. We decided that the beasty of choice was going to be ham.
So I trekked up to the restaurant in a blinding snow storm. It was normally a good 20 minute walk, but the weather turned it onto a 30 minute walk. I ordered the ham dinner. When it came out, the bag had an odd shape. I asked the counter wench if it was, indeed, ham. “Of course, sir.” I gave the bag a good feel-up. Something felt fowl. I asked again if it was indeed porcine products in the bag. Getting huffy now, counter intelligence bitch once again confirmed “It’s ham, OK? NEXT!” Poking, sniffing, and generally molesting the bag, I thricely asked if what was in the bag had, at one point, oinked. “It’s ham. You think I don’t know ham? You think I’m stupid? Go away”, ordered the formica queen.
So home I went, in the blizzard, tastebuds set on salted smoked leg o’ piggy goodness. I opened the bag when home, and inside was indeed…
A chicken. Now keep in mind that the ham cost about $4 more than chicken, and I had indeed paid for ham. I almost could have lived with that, but my GF, who was not the one who had to trudge through goddam Siberia, could not.
So I hitched up the dogsled and went to make the exchange. At least the manager was contrite and cooperative. And then made the long cold trek home.
While eating, there was a TV commercial for Boston Market. “For a limited time, order a family meal and get an apple pie for free!”, it said.
We didn’t get no pie. Bastards.
One time when I was a kid, we went through the drive-through at Wendy’s and ordered lunch. When we got home, my grandma opened her cup of chili and found it garnished with a heapin’ helpin’ of staples. Green staples. They weren’t mixed in to the chili at all and there were so many of them, there’s no way it was an accident. However, my grandma “doesn’t like to make a fuss”, so she would not go back to Wendy’s or even call to complain.
Maybe she was trying to get more iron in her diet.
A coworker once got a cup of soup, and found that the inner lining of the lid was made from an old poster, which had ballpoint pen marks on it.
She absolutely made a fuss.