Came through the drive-through ordered an original chicken sandwich, meal combo and a 12 piece chicken fry. Said my order clear as day and got it repeated back to me. Get my food at the second window And I have a four piece chicken fry in my bag. Something that’s not even on the menu. Not a big deal right things happen. Walked back inside to exchange it for the 12 piece I ordered and The woman in the drive-through admitted she accidentally rang it up for a four piece, but they wouldn’t exchange it for a 12 piece. Wouldn’t refund me for the four piece and just let me get a 12 piece order they wanted me to pay for it twice. I said I seriously have To pay for someone else’s mistake? And the manager looked at me with a straight face and said yes. This location is a joke every time I come up here it’s something. If there’s more than one car at a time in the drive-through They take almost 30 minutes To get you in and out.
Harvey J
Terrible experiences at this establishment. Mainly the crabby smart alleck management. The first time my order was wrong and she accused me of lieing and said ill fix it but it will be the last time it
This time the food was terrible, cold and the same gripey, short, grey haired manager was snoty with my 79 year old mother who was nothing but nice . We wont be back and i suggest going to anderson or abbieville or anywhere else .
Food: 1
Service: 1
Linda Butler
My husband and I go to BKs all over and we live in Easley and drive to Iva to the BEST Burger King. Very clean, great staff, especially Ms. O, and great food. We spend $11 to $15 and love the whole experience!!!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Shark Craz
My mom and I just visited this restaurant. I got the spicy royal Krispy, and she got the bacon whopper. There was more sauce than anything else. It completely soaked our buns and we both had to try and change our buns just to try and eat them. Lettuce tasted old, and even after changing the buns and whipping off the patty there was still mayo squirting out of it. I’m not sure how that is honestly possible, but this Burger King found away. We paid $27 and some change for the order, but it felt like we needed to be paid for the smallest bites we took. It was not busy, we were the only people in line and there were no cars in the parking lot, so I don’t understand why our food seemed to be made in such a rush, why our fries and onion rings were basically ice when we got home with them. We live at most 10 minutes away. I now feel like I have gloop in the back of my throat and have to keep clearing it. The sprite, that clearly needs to be changed out, isn’t helping what so ever. Wasted $27. This genuinely makes me upset, especially since I’m pregnant. The food looked too dangerous to feed my baby. I wish we fully checked the food before we got home and got a refund. Truly awful experience. Eating here is a food challenge at best. Weirdly enough, my sandwich tasted exactly like a subway sandwhich. Weird accomplishment.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 2
Douglas Young
Every visit there's an attitude with staff , something missing from order or something. This place needs all new managers. Terrible
Pam Lutton
Just not a good experience. Nothing major, just the little things bothered me. The one and only gentleman cooking, you did good. The other 5 were not so good.
Marianne Rager
It was fine for what it is. Just overpriced for what you get. We don't eat fast food much.
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 3
Service: 3
Anon Ymous
Waited 30 minutes before I could even order. Witnessed three cars pull out of line because they were frustrated with the wait. Just go anywhere else in Iva if you can or you will leave disappointed. I’ve given this Burger King many chances, but after today, I refuse to give any more of my money to this restaurant. They need to show more care in the service and preparation of the food. Place needs to shut down to make room for another restaurant that serves enjoyable food.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
Randazles 420
Rude and never answers the phone horrible burger King to order from
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 2
Service: 1
Elisha McGee
I gotta say I'm pretty happy with burger. King in my hometown for the most part, but they closed at 12 and I just tried to order a milkshake and eat it. You know the anonymi service because they're dining room closes at 10 and unless you're in the vehicle, I'm not allowed to order food. I understand protocol, but I live in a very little town. All these people know me. I don't see what the big deal would be just for a milkshake. You're gonna let me down burger
I placed a mobile order at this Burger King and drove 10 minutes to pick it up, expecting a quick and convenient experience. Unfortunately, it was anything but.
When I pulled up to the drive-thru window, I was told I still had to wait in line behind other cars, use the microphone, explain that I had a pickup order, and then drive all the way through—just to be told at the window that I had to park and come inside to get it. Isn't mobile ordering supposed to be about convenience?
To top it off, we paid $1.50 for an ice cream that was barely filled. It had already melted into liquid by the time we got it. When I politely asked Dana, the general manager, if she could top it off, she rudely refused and blamed mobile order timing, offering only repeated “sorry” with no solution.
This experience showed a complete lack of basic customer service and consideration. A simple remake or topping off the ice cream would’ve been an easy fix. I won’t be returning to this location.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
Jeff \u0026 Susan Simmons
This is the only Burger King we know of where the staff actually still care about their jobs and taking care of customers. I mentioned this to one of the ladies there and she acknowledged they used to have similar problems, but new management really turned it around. My favorite BK in western SC!
Chad Smith
There’s a certain bleak majesty to a Burger King in a dying American town. You know the kind—rusted pickup trucks in the lot, a lone teenager vaping by the dumpster, and a plastic playground faded by a decade of UV rays and apathy. The sign out front says “Now Hiring” but you know nobody’s coming.
You walk in and are immediately greeted by the unmistakable smell of flame-broiled regret—a chemically enhanced cologne of beef by-product, fryer oil, and mop water. The floor is sticky. It’s always sticky. Why is it sticky? No one knows. Not even the shift manager with the dead eyes and a nametag that says “Debbie.”
But you’re here. You chose this. Or rather, life made the choice for you.
You approach the counter. No line. There never is. The kid behind the register looks like he’s one bad customer away from quitting mid-shift and joining a cult. You ask for a Whopper—because when you’re at Burger King, you go full throttle. No one comes here for a grilled chicken wrap and a side salad. This is not the place for hope.
They hand you a tray with a paper liner stuck to the plastic from the weight of corporate apathy. The Whopper is wrapped in wax paper like it’s hiding something. And it is.
You unwrap it and it stares back at you—shredded lettuce bleeding into room-temp tomato slices, a sesame seed bun that’s been smashed somewhere between assembly and despair, and that infamous flame-grilled patty, charred in a way that suggests it survived a small kitchen fire. It tastes like lighter fluid and nostalgia. And ketchup. Lots of ketchup. Probably to mask the flavor of the meat—or the shame.
The fries are…fine. Not great. Not terrible. They taste like they were fried in oil that hasn’t been changed since Obama was president. Lukewarm. Slightly bendy. But they serve a purpose: a vehicle for salt. A distraction. Something to do while you try not to think about your life choices.
You sip from your drink. The soda machine is calibrated to the edge of carbonation—too flat, too sweet. But it’s cold, and it’s wet, and in this moment, that’s enough.
Around you, the place hums with the soft electric hum of failure and acceptance. A family of five stares silently at their trays like they’re mourning a loss. An old man eats a cheeseburger with the slow, methodical resignation of someone who’s seen too much and cares too little. The employees move like ghosts. No one’s in a rush. Time doesn’t move here.
But here’s the thing:
There’s a kind of strange, stubborn dignity to this place. It’s not trying to be more than it is. It’s a temple of the mediocre. A kingdom of the forgotten. And for some people in this town, it’s the only place open late. The only job that called back. The only dinner they can afford that still feels like a “meal.”
And yeah, the Whopper might be a grease-soaked monster, but it’s reliable. Predictable. You know exactly what you’re getting: a punch to the taste buds and a full belly. And in a world that constantly disappoints in unexpected ways, there’s something comforting about a Burger King that always disappoints the same way.
Final Thoughts: The King may be a joke—but in this town, he’s still royalty. And on a cold night, under fluorescent lights, when there’s nowhere else to go and nothing left in the tank… he’ll feed you. And maybe, just for a moment, that’s enough.
Long live the King.
Claude Layton
Ordered large fries and large onion rings, ask for cup of tarter sauce for fries? Old Woman waiting on me said they never had tarter sauce, I told her They gave me a half cup many times before, she said they don't sell it that way! Since She was not going to sell me any tarter sauce for fries, I told her to forget the Order, and I walked out irritated, will not patronize burger king in Iva again! The Old Woman should be washing dishes or mopping floors, as she has a terrible disposition!
Came through the drive-through ordered an original chicken sandwich, meal combo and a 12 piece chicken fry. Said my order clear as day and got it repeated back to me. Get my food at the second window And I have a four piece chicken fry in my bag. Something that’s not even on the menu. Not a big deal right things happen. Walked back inside to exchange it for the 12 piece I ordered and The woman in the drive-through admitted she accidentally rang it up for a four piece, but they wouldn’t exchange it for a 12 piece. Wouldn’t refund me for the four piece and just let me get a 12 piece order they wanted me to pay for it twice. I said I seriously have To pay for someone else’s mistake? And the manager looked at me with a straight face and said yes. This location is a joke every time I come up here it’s something. If there’s more than one car at a time in the drive-through They take almost 30 minutes To get you in and out.
Terrible experiences at this establishment. Mainly the crabby smart alleck management. The first time my order was wrong and she accused me of lieing and said ill fix it but it will be the last time it
This time the food was terrible, cold and the same gripey, short, grey haired manager was snoty with my 79 year old mother who was nothing but nice . We wont be back and i suggest going to anderson or abbieville or anywhere else .
Food: 1
Service: 1
My husband and I go to BKs all over and we live in Easley and drive to Iva to the BEST Burger King. Very clean, great staff, especially Ms. O, and great food. We spend $11 to $15 and love the whole experience!!!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
My mom and I just visited this restaurant. I got the spicy royal Krispy, and she got the bacon whopper. There was more sauce than anything else. It completely soaked our buns and we both had to try and change our buns just to try and eat them. Lettuce tasted old, and even after changing the buns and whipping off the patty there was still mayo squirting out of it. I’m not sure how that is honestly possible, but this Burger King found away. We paid $27 and some change for the order, but it felt like we needed to be paid for the smallest bites we took. It was not busy, we were the only people in line and there were no cars in the parking lot, so I don’t understand why our food seemed to be made in such a rush, why our fries and onion rings were basically ice when we got home with them. We live at most 10 minutes away. I now feel like I have gloop in the back of my throat and have to keep clearing it. The sprite, that clearly needs to be changed out, isn’t helping what so ever. Wasted $27. This genuinely makes me upset, especially since I’m pregnant. The food looked too dangerous to feed my baby. I wish we fully checked the food before we got home and got a refund. Truly awful experience. Eating here is a food challenge at best. Weirdly enough, my sandwich tasted exactly like a subway sandwhich. Weird accomplishment.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 2
Every visit there's an attitude with staff , something missing from order or something. This place needs all new managers. Terrible
Just not a good experience. Nothing major, just the little things bothered me. The one and only gentleman cooking, you did good. The other 5 were not so good.
It was fine for what it is. Just overpriced for what you get. We don't eat fast food much.
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 3
Service: 3
Waited 30 minutes before I could even order. Witnessed three cars pull out of line because they were frustrated with the wait. Just go anywhere else in Iva if you can or you will leave disappointed. I’ve given this Burger King many chances, but after today, I refuse to give any more of my money to this restaurant. They need to show more care in the service and preparation of the food. Place needs to shut down to make room for another restaurant that serves enjoyable food.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
Rude and never answers the phone horrible burger King to order from
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 2
Service: 1
I gotta say I'm pretty happy with burger. King in my hometown for the most part, but they closed at 12 and I just tried to order a milkshake and eat it. You know the anonymi service because they're dining room closes at 10 and unless you're in the vehicle, I'm not allowed to order food. I understand protocol, but I live in a very little town. All these people know me. I don't see what the big deal would be just for a milkshake.
You're gonna let me down burger
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I placed a mobile order at this Burger King and drove 10 minutes to pick it up, expecting a quick and convenient experience. Unfortunately, it was anything but.
When I pulled up to the drive-thru window, I was told I still had to wait in line behind other cars, use the microphone, explain that I had a pickup order, and then drive all the way through—just to be told at the window that I had to park and come inside to get it. Isn't mobile ordering supposed to be about convenience?
To top it off, we paid $1.50 for an ice cream that was barely filled. It had already melted into liquid by the time we got it. When I politely asked Dana, the general manager, if she could top it off, she rudely refused and blamed mobile order timing, offering only repeated “sorry” with no solution.
This experience showed a complete lack of basic customer service and consideration. A simple remake or topping off the ice cream would’ve been an easy fix. I won’t be returning to this location.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
This is the only Burger King we know of where the staff actually still care about their jobs and taking care of customers. I mentioned this to one of the ladies there and she acknowledged they used to have similar problems, but new management really turned it around. My favorite BK in western SC!
There’s a certain bleak majesty to a Burger King in a dying American town. You know the kind—rusted pickup trucks in the lot, a lone teenager vaping by the dumpster, and a plastic playground faded by a decade of UV rays and apathy. The sign out front says “Now Hiring” but you know nobody’s coming.
You walk in and are immediately greeted by the unmistakable smell of flame-broiled regret—a chemically enhanced cologne of beef by-product, fryer oil, and mop water. The floor is sticky. It’s always sticky. Why is it sticky? No one knows. Not even the shift manager with the dead eyes and a nametag that says “Debbie.”
But you’re here. You chose this. Or rather, life made the choice for you.
You approach the counter. No line. There never is. The kid behind the register looks like he’s one bad customer away from quitting mid-shift and joining a cult. You ask for a Whopper—because when you’re at Burger King, you go full throttle. No one comes here for a grilled chicken wrap and a side salad. This is not the place for hope.
They hand you a tray with a paper liner stuck to the plastic from the weight of corporate apathy. The Whopper is wrapped in wax paper like it’s hiding something. And it is.
You unwrap it and it stares back at you—shredded lettuce bleeding into room-temp tomato slices, a sesame seed bun that’s been smashed somewhere between assembly and despair, and that infamous flame-grilled patty, charred in a way that suggests it survived a small kitchen fire. It tastes like lighter fluid and nostalgia. And ketchup. Lots of ketchup. Probably to mask the flavor of the meat—or the shame.
The fries are…fine. Not great. Not terrible. They taste like they were fried in oil that hasn’t been changed since Obama was president. Lukewarm. Slightly bendy. But they serve a purpose: a vehicle for salt. A distraction. Something to do while you try not to think about your life choices.
You sip from your drink. The soda machine is calibrated to the edge of carbonation—too flat, too sweet. But it’s cold, and it’s wet, and in this moment, that’s enough.
Around you, the place hums with the soft electric hum of failure and acceptance. A family of five stares silently at their trays like they’re mourning a loss. An old man eats a cheeseburger with the slow, methodical resignation of someone who’s seen too much and cares too little. The employees move like ghosts. No one’s in a rush. Time doesn’t move here.
But here’s the thing:
There’s a kind of strange, stubborn dignity to this place. It’s not trying to be more than it is. It’s a temple of the mediocre. A kingdom of the forgotten. And for some people in this town, it’s the only place open late. The only job that called back. The only dinner they can afford that still feels like a “meal.”
And yeah, the Whopper might be a grease-soaked monster, but it’s reliable. Predictable. You know exactly what you’re getting: a punch to the taste buds and a full belly. And in a world that constantly disappoints in unexpected ways, there’s something comforting about a Burger King that always disappoints the same way.
Final Thoughts:
The King may be a joke—but in this town, he’s still royalty. And on a cold night, under fluorescent lights, when there’s nowhere else to go and nothing left in the tank… he’ll feed you. And maybe, just for a moment, that’s enough.
Long live the King.
Ordered large fries and large onion rings, ask for cup of tarter sauce for fries? Old Woman waiting on me said they never had tarter sauce, I told her They gave me a half cup many times before, she said they don't sell it that way! Since She was not going to sell me any tarter sauce for fries, I told her to forget the Order, and I walked out irritated, will not patronize burger king in Iva again! The Old Woman should be washing dishes or mopping floors, as she has a terrible disposition!
Good food
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