“Listen I’m not here to convince you to eat at Burger King (or, as I call it, Super Trash). But if you’re already predisposed to enjoying that sort of thing - I want you to know that whoever is in the back microwaving the burgers here is a total pro. Not like that one in La Plata - I have it on good authority that they’re selling ghost-meat government-cheese sandwiches. They don’t even have a real building! They’re located inside of a house! Or that one I used to go to in Laval, Quebec where each burger was assembled with the bewilderment of a medieval painter trying to draw an exotic animal that he’s only heard about from like a sailor. I’ll attach a reference picture to this review to further make light of the situation. (Seriously, pickles UNDER the cheese? That’s how haymakers get thrown at barbecues) Not in Waldorf though. I have the utmost confidence that this place is at least familiar with the concept of a cheeseburger. And that’s really all you deserve for eating at a toxic dispensary.“
“Listen I’m not here to convince you to eat at Burger King (or, as I call it, Super Trash). But if you’re already predisposed to enjoying that sort of thing - I want you to know that whoever is in the back microwaving the burgers here is a total pro.
Not like that one in La Plata - I have it on good authority that they’re selling ghost-meat government-cheese sandwiches. They don’t even have a real building! They’re located inside of a house!
Or that one I used to go to in Laval, Quebec where each burger was assembled with the bewilderment of a medieval painter trying to draw an exotic animal that he’s only heard about from like a sailor. I’ll attach a reference picture to this review to further make light of the situation. (Seriously, pickles UNDER the cheese? That’s how haymakers get thrown at barbecues)
Not in Waldorf though. I have the utmost confidence that this place is at least familiar with the concept of a cheeseburger. And that’s really all you deserve for eating at a toxic dispensary.“