I have a craving for it about twice a year, but I hate the way I feel afterwards.
Went to a local ‘Carl’s Jr’ Sunday evening and nearly had a heart attack.
The presumably Latino gentlemen behind the counter was wearing a tie and spoke better Egrish than me. The store was spotless and the employees didn’t sound like a yammering clutch of Canadian geese. The food was perfect - for what it is - and I was so stunned I took the time to fill out a customer comment card.
Carl Karcher would be proud of this facility.:)
Is it wrong that this annoys me so much? Maybe I'm just grouchy because I have to work the overnight tonight. :)
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