Wendy’s burgers taste good? Personall they have even less flavor than McD’s.
It’s Jack In the Box all the way.
When I was a small child (probably around first or second grade) the rumor that was going around was that someone had found a mouse or rat in their Kentucky Fried Chicken, all done up with 11 herbs and spices. It was years before I could eat KFC (I was a rather gullible kid at the time, and some of the nastier kids knew that all it would take to upset me was to say, “Chicken…”). Love the stuff now, so I guess there were no long-lasting side effects.
Aren’t parents wonderful? But you need to give up on wanting your Mom to admit that Dad messed with your head - it ain’t gonna happen. It’s the whole “stand by your man” thing.
Wendy’s does rule, though. My only beef (pardon the pun) is that they don’t melt the cheese on the patty - they just slap a cold piece of cheese on there. And of course they can’t hold a candle to In-N-Out, but I guess you don’t have those in your neck of the woods.
I read a great refutation of that rumor (snopes.com, I think). They pointed out the fact that a pound of worms would actually cost more than a pound of ground beef.
Couple of points to make:
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They didn’t make the whole BURGER out of worms; they just added a worm or two per burger to enhance the juiciness.
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I never actually believed that rumor. Lest one lump me in with the credulous.
Boy, those rumor-mongers think of EVERYTHING, don’t they?
I remember a rumor back in elementary school about some kid finding cigarette butts in their chocolate milk. I haven’t touched the stuff since. Not because I believe that I’ll find cigarette butts, but because whenever I think of chocolate milk I think of ashes.
Well, yes, but it doesn’t look like rat droppings. Unless the rat has a one-inch wide anus and a hyperactive sphincter…
I remembered another one - my junior high school science teacher told us that tapioca was made from frog eyeballs. Of COURSE we believed her! She was our science teacher!!
Y’know, this is a light-hearted topic, but this statement makes me reflect on one of my deep-seated beliefs.
If someone is telling me a rumor/outlandish story/whatever, and they have an immediate answer to every objection I throw out there (“But you can’t accelerate faster than 9.8 meters/second squared using only gravity’s pull!”), then I know they’re either scamming me or they’ve been scammed and have completely bought into the conspiracy theory of the moment.
In real life, occasionally those who are 100 percent correct will not have the immediate answer to an objection or question.
CRorex, us poor, deprived, east coasters don’t have Jack In The Box! Sheesh! First Cafe Society gets me thinking fondly of an old love, then this thread gets me thinking fondly of Jack In The Box! There’s got to be something somewhere to cheer me up. 
Rilchiam, my first experience with Wendy’s was at the one in Oakland. Man, it was good! (Not to rub it in, or anything.)
CJ
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Damn you, I just had lunch an hour ago and now I’m craving Wendy’s! I think there’s one in this college town, but I don’t have a car… hmm, this weekend is family weekend, so maybe I’ll make my parents take me there. Wendy’s is definitely my favorite fast food chain.
Oh, cafeteria slop, how you’ll never compare…
FWIW, my father didn’t do Wendy’s either. It wasn’t because of the food though. My Pops(God rest him) was a knee jerk Democrat from jump street. (I swear, I think if you brought an elephant in the house he’d have the oogies for days.) Well, he had himself thoroughly convinced to the fact that Dave Thomas and the rest of Wendy’s were all tied in with the Rebulican Party in Columbus. And Lawzy, there was NO WAY my Dad would “fill the pockets” of those guys.(For the same reason, he wouldn’t go to FoodTown grocery either, just IGA)
So help me I didn’t have my first Wendy burger untill I was in JR High.And, I vote republcan
Speaking as someone who used to work for Wendy’s a LONG time ago, I can tell you that the meat is IMO pretty good quality.
But don’t ever EVER eat the chili.
(wow, deja vu - the very first post I EVER made to the SDMB was about Wendy’s chili.)
What’s wrong with the chili? (he asked, with trepidation)
Ever wonder where they put the overdone burgers?
Before I was born, my mom was in the hospital for back surgery. Her friend brought her a box of snickers, which were her favorite. She bit into one and it was crawling, jam-packed with little white worms.
I’ve never gotten over it. On the occasion that I must have a Snickers, it has to be broken in half and inspected, but it never really ends up being worth all the anxiety.
You don’t want to know what my Crew[sup]TM[/sup] and I equate that bodily product with… :eek:
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When my mom was a little girl, her older sister told her that raisins were really boogers. She hasn’t been able to eat anything with raisins without gagging for 50-odd years, thereby depriving me of homemade oatmeal raisin cookies (my favorite) throughout the duration of my childhood. Curse you, Aunt Judy!
I have never and will never eat a McVomit burger or any other fast food. Quite apart from the fact that the smell of just walking past those places makes me feel physically sick, the very thought of eating a piece of recovered fat, gristle, filler and rat-haunch lavishly seasoned with chemicals and e-numbers and finished off in a sugary chemical saturated white bun is just enough to make me spew.
I do eat meat and I do eat burgers - but only the ultra-gourmet 100% pure ground beef type from more upmarket restaurants.
And ditto the “American cheese” thing - bleuurgh!! (That said I thought Kraft was originally Swiss?)
I remember once reading a romance novel - a Silhouette or a Mills & Boon - where the two protagonists were stranded on a desert island (yawn) with only a cupboard full of “Squeezy Cheese” in a tube stuff to eat.
Eventually they used it in their sex-play…
Not exactly food related, but pretty close. A buddy of mine was dating a gal who seemed a bit odd, but not so odd that she wasn’t worth pursuing, so I gave him advice as to what he should do when things got rocky in the relationship. A couple of years after they split up he told me something that she’d mentioned to him about what her father used to do to her when she was little. When I heard it, I asked him if she’d ever had therapy for it, he said no, and I told him that had I known that back when the two of them were dating, I’d have said that unless she got some therapy, he should dump her.
It seems that her dad’s idea of a bedtime story was to tuck her into bed and re-enact scenes from Solyent Green with little toy trucks and army men. :eek: