First it was the King.  The ads got creepy, and I started having problems with my order.  I left the kingdom for good after too many royal pains with my simple order.  It’s about as simple as it comes: NO CHEESE.  That’s it.  The only simpler request is to just take the default preparation.

So I switched to Carl’s Jr.  Then they started trying to make hamburgers about sex.  I started having problems with my orders there.  Come on, really?  You can’t get it right?

This weekend, I went through the drive thru at Del Taco.  “NO CHEESE”.  The result?

Yep, you guessed it.  Cheese.  I thought they knew my order well enough by then, so I didn’t check it before leaving.


Tonight it was Wendy’s chance to re-earn my loyalty.

I haven’t been there in several years, so I thought a visit was in order.



Said twice.

Good thing I checked my order before I left the drive up window.

What the hell is it with these places?

I have one place left.  In the 15 years it’s been in operation in Visalia, they’ve only messed up my order once.  ONCE.

That place?

You know, they don’t even make the best burger, and I don’t really care for the fries.  But they get it right.  That’s a bit of a shame, too.  If someone ever opens a hamburger stand that makes a good burger, and prepares them the way I want, they’ll have my business!  And all I need is no cheese, and no mayo.  That’s all.  That’s not much to ask, is it?