Krystal

It was a frosty morning, winter 2014, I had just woken up from a longgggg nap. You see, I had been drinking heavily the night before and was looking for some greasy food to cure my dubious hangover.
I grabbed my keys and headed out the door and halfway down the driveway I realized it was too cold to not have a jacket on my body. I went back into my house and then it hit me like a ton of bricks… my coffee was about to make its grand exit. So I did what any veteran coffee drinker would do and I clinched my butt cheeks together and ran like a penguin to the bathroom.
Fast forward, I’m back in my car. My first thought was «I don’t think I wiped enough. And the seat heaters aren’t helping» but I pressed onward into the bitter cold for some delicious, greasy, and downright finger licking good Krystal. I hadn’t been to this Krystal yet so I decided to ask my domestic partner, Siri, for directions. She said, «Well V, here’s the nearest Krystal near you.» And I replied, «Thank you sweetheart!» And moved forward with my pursuit.
I arrived at the Krystal palace and I thought, I’m going in and sitting for this meal indoors, because it was cold and because they have industrial strength toilets. I walked up to the counter and saw the smiling faces ahead of me and proceeded to order my food. I usually get the Krystal pups but I thought to myself, «You’ve been working your tail off!» And I giggled to myself as I thought of the meme «Treat yoself» (I actually let a little fart out as I giggled)
I decided to order the Krystal 12 sack. I knew it was no flex zone but I didn’t care as I finger gun pointed an «a-​ok» to the gal behind the counter and she said «k.» My food arrived, and to my surprise it was packaged very delicately. The bag was fogged up with the fresh Krystal burgs and mmmmm did it smell good. I made my way to the back corner of the room to enjoy my meal with my domestic partner Siri.
I sat down and pulled out the small ziploc bag that I carry coffee grounds in to cleanse my palate before every meal. I pulled out the first Krystal burger, and sank my teeth into that burger like a great white shark on Shark Week. I slammed the rest of the burger down and clasped my hands together to go into deep thought about what I had just experienced, «What did I just get to experience, the mustard and the cheese, the bun slightly soggy from the juice of the burgers, the perfect dash of the onions, like Emeril is back there making everyone of them.» I finished the the rest of the burgers and exited the building giving one last gun point to the cashier and asked her to call me. She replied once more, «k». I left a little rosebud in the bathroom as a token of my gratitude for the chefs creations. I’ll be back (Arnold Schwarzenegger voice)

I had Krystal’s last night. Chicken sandwhiches were DELISH! simple but soooo tasty. YUM!

This Krystal has the worse food and provides the worst service ever. I waited in line at the drive through 15 minutes for 4 Krystal burgers with cheese and 3 without with extra pickles. When I got home and discovered that there was a hint of mustard and one pickle on the burger. I called the restaurant and spoke with the manager. She suggested that I bring the food back and they will correct the order. What I was expecting from her is that she will speak with her employees so that they will not continue to serve food that is not up to Krystal’ standard.

So by pure chance I was driving by for a gas station… had not eaten… and found this place. I never heard of it as I have only lived on the coasts. They seem to have the same idea as Whitecastle with snack-​sized burgers and chicken sandwiches.
I like their Sweet Tea though.