On our way back from the library, I noticed Smashburger on the right. Wanna try it? I asked Lucinda. it's a restaurant/fast food hybrid.
Wouldn't you know it, the order taker stalked up with a forceful stride and demanded to know if we were eating in or taking out. We barely had a chance to glance at the menu. Why is it so fucking important to know that right away? Why shout?? She needed to make herself heard over the blaring pop tunes blasting.
Why not just say, in a polite tone: Hi. Let me know when you're ready to order.
In less than 30 seconds I decided it would be a struggle to enjoy the Smashburger experience. Lucinda agreed. We headed down the street to Burger King.
Play it safe and order from the drive-thru. Less chance to be irked. A friendly gal named "Baby" believe it or not helped us. "Baby" is the superstar who makes this venue worth a visit. Not to slam the youngsters, but Baby puts her heart into her job, doesn't act like it's beneath her the way so many sullen youngsters do.
I fell for the A-1 special cheese burger supposedly served on a "warm, toasted, Artisan bun." Here's a tip: Don't fall for these gimmicks. Their tried & true standard bun is far better.
Lucinda wisely chose the Whopper with cheese & bacon. A very dependable selection. Way better than the A-1 special.
Don't bother to say "no onions." Just pick 'em off.