Burger King

Normally graveyard shift food is less than impressive, especially fast food. I have eaten my fair share of whoppers and this is the best Burger King I have ever had.
Server was friendly and food was outstanding. Definitely the place I would stop if you’re hungry at 2am.

My experience here would likely make John Slidell turn over in his grave. OK, that might be a little dramatic, especially since I have no idea what level of service Mr. Slidell was accustomed to in the pre fast food days, but this place is quite awful. Let me set the scene for you.
It was a warm and rainy afternoon. I was heading out of town for a lengthy vacation when a voice from the back seat exclaimed: «I need food». That voice belonged to one of my dear children so despite my desire to continue on our journey, I obliged their request of flame broiled beef.
The first impediment to my happiness was the ordering situation. The deluge was unstoppable and BK offered no covered ordering area. That meant that by the time I ordered the left side of my body was completely soaked. The employee at the window was not concerned by my wet appearance nor did she offer me any consolation. What she did offer was a negative attitude and an order that in no way resembled what I had actually requested.
The exchange at the window was lengthy. There were multiple bags handed back and forth until finally she informed me that my order was correct. Because of my increasing level of frustration, I counted items in the bag and realizing I had the correct number of boxes, I pulled away. Imagine my surprise when I opened one of the boxes and saw a chicken sandwich in the place of a child’s cheeseburger. The horror on my child’s face was unlike anything I had ever seen. Knowing I could not let this grievous error go unchecked, I parked and entered the dining area with the offending sandwich firm in hand.
When the drive thru employee saw me walk in she gave me a blank stare. It looked as if she were trying to calculate why there was a soaking wet giant clutching a bag of food in her lobby. Rather than say anything she remained frozen and leered at me with a thousand yard stare. After our staring contest ended in a draw, I spoke: «Dearest cashier, it appears I received the wrong item from you». She replied: «OK», but didn’t move. It was if she were paralyzed by fear. I once again spoke, but this time more clearly: «Lovely cashier, may I please have the whopper junior that I originally ordered?». She again replied: «OK», but this time complied with my request. After receiving that whooper jr., I exited the building and was once again on my way.
I realize that not much is expected when visiting a fast food establishment so I don’t set the bar too high. This experience however, left a lot to be desired.

Normally fast food restaurants don’t get a very high rated, but the Carolina BBQ Whopper I had at this BK was the best fast food burger I have ever had. It actually looked like the one pictured and the folks were nice too!