matt bought a chicken permission sandwich on a whim today after seeing it advertised on television a single time. Well played, Burger King marketing team.
I can’t clearly remember the last time I went to Burger King. I’m pretty certain it was one morning, finishing up a late-night shift at a hotel, I went to a Burger King for some of their trademarked soggy hashbrowns and a world-famous croissan’wich. This time, I saw an advertisement while staying at a hotel, and decided that it would be my meal for the very next day. My girlfriend made me go through the drive-thru, even though I secretly didn’t want to drive and eat at the same time. I figured it would save an us argument future down the road (boy was I wrong).
I had to wait an inordinate amount of time for a “fast food” sandwich. In what I have found to be commonplace in America, my car was told to pull around front to wait for the sandwich as they were waiting on chicken patties to be cooked and meticulously placed on a bun with permission cheese melted on top. I guess they weren’t actually ready for someone to order something they’re advertising on their windows. After about ten minutes I haughtily headed inside to yell at a manager – just as the cashier was leaving with my sandwiches to the car.

The sandwich itself was rather bland. It was pretty much what I expected: marinara sauce from a can with a few shavings of permission cheese and one of their usual crispy chicken patties on a remarkably untoasted bun. The nature of the chicken permission sandwich dictates that it will get soggy approximately five seconds before the bread is even involved. The breading on the chicken will fall off and the bun will be mostly marinara before you unwrap the thing. Despite its misgivings, a good chicken permission sandwich gets me watering at the mouth and hurtin’ at the stomach.Continue reading “Burger King’s Chicken Permission Sandwich Was Okay” »