That actually looks awesome, too bad it didn't last!
It was ahead of its time. Hardy's and Krystals will bring the food out to you.
They had this when I started working at Burger King in high school. As the non-manager, non-retarded, white guy, table service was my job for about 2 weeks, until they quietly stopped offering it. I never knew exactly why, I suspect the extra .25/hour for someone to work the dining room was not made up for in extra customers.
All I knew was that my slot on the shift sheet went from "TS/DR" to "BROILER," and I went from the embarrassing (dressed in BK uniform, and dealing with fat, annoying customers, where someone I know might see me) to the miserable (shoveling patties & buns into and out of a smoky broiler in the heat of a mid-Atlantic summer).
After a few months, they found out I could subtract .14 from .00 in my head, and put me on drive-through. A few months after that, I quit.
Non manager, non retarded, white guy was my position in the fast food industry as well. You spend a lot of time thinking "Why am I here. The main problem with that position is you get paid the same as the people without basic English and math skills.
early 90s had to have sucked for epileptics
I remember Dan Cortese. I never understood why he existed.
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He recently appeared in the direct to dvd movie "Soccer Mom" alongside such luminaries as Master P and Victoria Jackson.
Everything in the 90's was advertised like this. EVERYTHING
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Needs a "why they hate us" tag.
I have to wonder how the shrimp was. I am a shrimp whore, you see.
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Fast food tasted better back then.
Back before Bush and Cheney soured the food we ate with their very presence.
I LOOOOOVE THIS PLACE
I recall that we considered this REALLY COOL, at least around my type of folk. Deep fried shrimp in a basket = class.
wait, bk had shrimp?
dan cortese wasn't mexican?
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I remember this.
It was shortly before I got thrown out of a Burger Kind for slinging popcorn all over the dining area.
(I was a teenager, you see.)
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