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“Walked into Burger King like I owned the place. Crown on, chest out, ready to feast like the noble peasant I am.
Ordered a Whopper, fries, and a soda so large it could hydrate a small village. The burger came out looking like it had just survived a food fight—beautifully sloppy, proudly greasy, and smelling like freedom and regret.
Took one bite and instantly blacked out—woke up 3 minutes later surrounded by empty wrappers and a deep sense of accomplishment. The fries? Hotter than my ex’s new boyfriend. The soda? More syrupy than a Hallmark Christmas movie.
The cashier called me “King” and I haven’t emotionally recovered since.
10/10. Would absolutely come back to this cardboard throne of culinary chaos. Long live the King.“
“We traveled from Kingman, Arizona to Flagstaff for a doctors appointment. We stopped by this Burger King for double whoppers with bacon medium size they were still serving breakfast. The best whoppers we have ever had in our life if I could give 24 stars, I would.“