Real World Mom

Tim and I accidentally found the coldest spot in Toms River today when we stopped for a quick lunch. The outside temperature was thirty-seven degrees, and I think it was about the same inside the Burger King on Fischer Boulevard (minus the wind chill). We had no choice but to keep our coats on, and we were still shivering–or, at least, I was. I expected to see icicles forming on the soda fountain at any moment.

This was my first visit to that particular Burger King, so I don’t know what it’s usually like there. However, as a consumer, an employee, and a manager of many other retail establishments, this experience was unprofessional and totally unacceptable. Having your customers freeze their butts off while in your store is not a good thing. The dirty tables were also a turn off.

The cheese on my Whopper wasn’t melted, but, as Tim pointed out, it was probably too cold for it to melt. The employee who took our order gave the impression that he would rather be anywhere else, and who could blame him?

Epic fail, Burger King. If we go back, we will use the drive through.