Since when is asking for a single side of barbecue sauce or honey mustard at the window something baffling? The girl looked at me like I was asking for a unicorn. And something they charge for? "Uhhh, I mean it's 27 cents for sauce but I can give you a pack of ketchup"
They seemed to be weird about basic stuff. Girl had to go ask the manager if I could order a single grilled chicken breast on the side. It took 3 explanations "grilled chicken, cut up". "Okay we can do fried chicken strips"...No, I said grilled, dude. I know you gave it- I also ordered a grilled chicken sandwich.
We go onto the Dairy Queen on Stephanie enough- they never have these problems.
What the heck?
Never mind. Taking off one of the two stars I originally put:
Turns out my chicken sandwich had no sauce whatsoever! Comical, if it weren't inedible.
Also, apparently even after three explanations and the cost of a full sandwich (which is fine), they still couldn't manage "grilled chicken, cut up."
This is minimum wage robot shit, not rocket surgery. Get it together people.
Seriously, just go somewhere else.