Showing posts with label Burger King. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burger King. Show all posts

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Whopper Sacrifice


Guess what I had for lunch today. Well I had my free Whopper for sacrificing 10 Facebook friends. I wish I could say it was worth it. While I didn't think anything of the Facebook friends I sacrificed, I was equally unimpressed with the second Whopper of my life. There won't be a third. Those things suck!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Perturbed Whopper


I've eaten at Burger King less than 10 times in my entire life. I think in those dining experiences I've had 1 Whopper. The last time I went to Burger King was to get the steakhouse burger, which wasn't good enough for me to ever go back for a second one. I remember not really liking the Whopper either but I was on a lunch break from a fantasy baseball auction draft and I was trying to come up with a plan to buy the Giambi brothers (incidentally this occurred the day after the famous Cowbell sketch was on SNL, amazing what one remembers).

So when I saw the commercials for the Angry Whopper while watching football last weekend I thought that that's a burger I can get behind, even if it's at Burger King. I finally got my chance to get one on my work from home day (since there is no fast food hamburgers in downtown). I drove over to the BK at 76th and Metcalf near the Bull E. Vard mansion to grab my burger.

As I pulled into my parking spot* I noticed a BK worker wandering around on the sidewalk probably grabbing a smoke. I also noticed a large box with a BK bag sitting next to it sitting in the handicapped parking place less than 5 feet away from that sidewalk. As I got out of the car the BK kid walked back inside leaving the trash in the parking lot. I thought to myself, this is what kind of establishment I'm entering, one where the employees don't care enough to keep clean. I was tempted to tell the manager about the employee's malfeasance. But I had bigger fish to fry.

*I don't go to drive-thrus, I like to look people in the eye when I order. I think that if these minimum wage people look in my baby blue eyes they will think twice about doing anything to my food. I also like to keep my eyes on them. Stella makes fun of me all the time for going into the store.

The guy who took my order looked like the Shamwow guy with microphone and everything. At $4.19 the Angry Whopper is a little expensive for a fast food burger but I thought it would probably be worth it. They also sell double and triple Angry Whoppers, I think I saw a punch card where you get a free angioplasty with the purchase of 5 triple Angry Whoppers.

I brought my Angry Whopper home and opened it up to take the tomatoes out. As I did, I noticed a real lack of jalapenos, maybe 3 or 4 sliced ones didn't seem to angry to me. The burger had about 8 or 10 pretty thick onion strings, which according to the marketing had been whipped while growing, much like Bing Crosby's kids. Everything was covered by a pepperjack type mayo.

The first bite I had had no anger at all. It didn't even seem spicy. But it tasted good and tasting good goes a long way. On bites where I got all of the components; meat, Crosby onion, jalapeno and pepperjack, I was pleasantly surprised. Unfortunately there were only 2 or 3 of those bites. On bites without all the components the meat and mayo carried enough flavor to be enjoyable but wasn't very angry.

I may have gotten a badly put together burger, but overall it was pretty good. I'm certainly willing to take a shot again and maybe I will get double the amount of jalapenos I got this time, which I'm sure will take the Angry Whopper from pretty good to great and from perturbed to actually angry.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Angry Whopper


Thanks to the wonders of actually watching live TV, I found out what I'm having for dinner tomorrow night, the Angry Whopper. I love me a burger with some jalapenos on it. Just for fun, here's a couple of foreign commercials for the Angry Whopper. The German commercial is one more data point that you should be especially wary of Germans (WWI and WWII are other data points).

Monday, December 29, 2008

Flame On!

As reported in an earlier post, Burger King has released their first entry into the cologne market with Flame. Because I am a whore for anything consumable, and this was somewhat food related, I ordered some from the only online retailer. It looks like the stuff is currently on back order. My package arrived on Christmas Eve and I slid it into my stocking.

I gave the stuff its first real go around this evening at the grand unveiling of Dan's beer at 75th St Brewery. No one seemed overly offended by my scent. You might think or be lead to believe that a Burger King cologne smells like flame-broiled meat to some extent. It doesn't. I'm not really sure how to describe it. It smells like $4 worth of cologne.

Fire meets desire... I'm pretty sure the only desire it insights from my wife is to light me on fire. The best use for Flame may be to leave it in your car to cover up any lingering scent of keeping Burger King food in your car for an extended trip home from the drive-thru.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Flame

It appears that Burger King has upped the ante in the burger wars. Why's that you ask? Because they've released a new meat scented body spray called Flame. I'm not kidding you, you need to go to their website (Firemeetsdesire.com, I wonder how much that cost them) and click on the spray a couple of times. You will be rewarded with the King nude on a bear rug with only a cloth covering his condiments. From the product description...
The Whopper is America's favorite burger. Flame by BK captures the essence of that love and gives it to you. Behold the scent of seduction, with a hint of flame broiled meat.

I believe it is only available at Firemeetsdesire.com.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Cheese Turds


When I first saw a commercial for the BK Cheese Tots, my mood was pretty much one of disgust. That being said, I went ahead and finally got some since I am working from home this week, had to drop the kid off at daycare, and am a fast food breakfast fiend.

The verdict? Awful. It's pretty much a tot with creamy, processed cheese inside. Chances are you'll burn the holy hell out of your mouth if you get a fresh batch. If that doesn't cause you to spit the tot out, your gag reflex soon should.

This whole ordeal helped me remember a discussion I had with some friends about the best and worst fast food breakfasts. The top and bottom were completely unanimous between the three of us, but I'm sure there's some gray area in between. I'll save that discussion for tomorrow when I make a trip to the number one spot after some morning errands.