This is by far the best Burger King around. I have one 3 miles from my house, but yet I drive 10 miles to go here. The whopper here is like you remember. The tomatoes are still cold, the lettuce is crisp. Wow I wish I had one now. If you’re hungering for BK take the extra drive and go here. it’s not just a burger It’s a masterpiece.
J T.
Évaluation du lieu : 1 Woodbury, MN
this was the worst BK experience of my life. Over 25 mins for a simple number 3 breakfast with coffee… 830am, wanted coffee and a quick bite while running errands. Go into drive through with 2 cars in front of me. put in my order for a coffee and number 3(sausage muffin). Thats it. After close to 10 mins I get to the window, the window opens, a hand come out to grab my money, and the window closes. There I sit. Now there is still a car in the«waiting» spot and now a good 4 – 5 cars behind me. Thats it. I sat there for another 15(25mins so far) and the window opens and my bag of food is practically thrown at me and the window is closed. The woman working(not teenager) couldn’t have said a total of 10 words. And not one was theres a problem may be a small wait, sorry for sitting here for the last HALF an hour! If they hand’t already taken my monies I would have driven off! After I leave I open the bag. and yeah. completely the wrong order… its the croisant with ham and egg. WTF!?! No it wasn’t made well. it was smashed and crap. Stay the heck away from this place.
Samuel W.
Évaluation du lieu : 1 St Paul, MN
I have this embarrassing little silly thing that happens to me every time someone mentions eating here. You see, giant pustules erupt all over the surface of my flesh, my saliva catches fire and I start crab-walking up the walls to projectile vomit molten bile onto the crotch of the King-loving infidel. Now, I know you’re wondering how I manage to stay so calm; truthfully, it’s taken years of practice. Don’t expect your first reaction to go over as smoothly. Everything about Burger King sucks. No, my friends; I’m not saying this because it’s a chain. I’m not even saying it because it’s a HUGE chain that cool hipster cats in fedoras avoid like the bubonic plague. I’m saying this for one simple reason: It’s true. The drive-thru takes for-fucking-ever – so long, in fact, that looking across to the adjacent Taco Bell will inevitably make you want to rip out all your pubic hair in frustration when you see how much more efficiently it’s running – and the end result is completely screwed up 98% of the time. I’m not talking about irritating but manageable screw-ups, either, like a burger without the extra onions you asked for(though, trust me, this happens too). I’m talking about getting a completely different bag of slop than what you ordered. That’s right, guys. Your precious Whopper? It’s a fucking chicken sandwich now. A chicken sandwich with so much mayo it could spackle the Taj Mahal. What was that? You wanted a side order of onion rings, too? BAM. It’s a sack of kittens slathered in mayo, fuck you very much. Do you know what all of this ultimately means? It means you have to either go inside and deal with the lackadaisical eye-rolling of all the employees or circle back through the drive-thru. And if there’s more than two cars in said drive-thru, expect a twenty minute wait(I wish I could tell you I was kidding). All of this would be abysmal enough if it weren’t also for the fact that the food is ridiculous. Don’t bother asking for bacon on anything; they charge you out the nose for, literally, a thumbnail’s worth. Did any of you know that every condiment and topping in this place is cultivated atop the Himalayas by the hands of demigod virgins? At least, that’s the impression you get with how skimpy they are with everything. Thanks for the single raw ring of onion the size of a quarter, guys. I’m sure that one bite will be delicious. I ordered a double cheeseburger here once and asked them to add onions. The abominat – er… sandwich – I got was so unidentifiable that even the manager was speechless when it got dropped in front of her. «Can you tell me what this is?» «…Uh… I… I don’t know.» «…» ”… I’ll have them make you another one.“ Yeah. Thanks. And I want my side of kittens slathered in mustard next time, ‘kay? I’ve got a waistline to think about.
