“I’m sure some old guy will come along and tell everyone how much better a Whataburger was back in the old days. Oh, wait, that would be me.
Back in the early 70s the Whataburgers were literally the size of small dinner plate, maybe 8 inches across. At the time the best burger I ever had. Now of course there are a lot of burger joints that make all kinds of expensive burgers. Back then the competition was mainly McDonalds or Hardees, and they couldn’t compare to Whataburger. I’ve been to Whataburger a few times in the past few years, they’re still good, but they’re not available nearby, I run across them while traveling.”
I’ve been craving a Monterey Melt lately. Haven’t had a fast food burger in years (I make my own). But every time I start inner-drooling over the thought of that burger, I remind myself that what you get in that order looks nothing like what they represent it to be in the pictures. They’re too busy cutting food costs now to keep up with Bidenflation and the experience ends up in disappointment. That thought of reality always magically takes the crave away.
Wife and I were forced to stop at a McDonald's the other day. The crispy chicken sandwich, which the photo shows the chicken over extending the bun, was closer to the diameter of a pickle. If I had the time and inclination I'd post that joke to the internet.
Monterey Melt rocks