I love Burger King burgers. And I understand that every place has an off day now and then.
But: I did not want a burger, just a cold lemonade. Alas, they were out of lemonade. No problem, how about a milkshake? Alas they were out of strawberry. Hey it happens; how about two chocolate milkshakes? To my joy, they could do two chocolate shakes, yay!
So I forked over the money and began to wait. And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
I geddit, there were lots of cars in the drive through and I was inside. I guess someone laid out because it was the weekend. I am patient. So
I waited.
25 minutes later -after making a dozen cardboard crowns (there were already five piles of them) one of the ladies made the milkshakes and plunked 'em on the counter. At last, chocolate milkshakes!
Oh no. Because these are not milkshakes, they are a frozen vanilla mix, not ice cream, with a squirt of chocolate-ish syrup. Not chocolate-tasting syrup, and it wasn't even blended. Just sort of swirled.
They tasted awful. I was hot and ready to enjoy a cold treat but this was like runny caulk that a stale chocolate bar happened to walk through on stilts.
I could not stand more than one or two sips, then I put mine aside to dump in a trash can somewhere. By the time I got that crap out of the car it had melted and was no runnier than when it was frozen. Reader, that ain't ice cream and it wasn't a milkshake.
Go, take a long book, place your order and hopefully enjoy a burger if you are brave. I dunno, I haven't the time left on Earth to see if they are any good.
But unless you hate yourself and love to wait forever, avoid the milkshakes.
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