As the flames lick the burgers dancing through the broiler, the smells from the chicken-stick fryer tickle the hairs in your nose with pure olfactory splendor. You must be careful not to loose yourself in the ambience as the monochromatic tiles and paint scheme lull you into a pleasure coma, from which you awaken time to time to wonder how the Home of the Whopper feels so much like your own home. The service was impeccable, and reminded me of the service I have grown accustomed to receiving only at some of the nicest restaurants in the world, like Red Lobster. In a word, perfection.
Favorite Dish: The most delectable delight to be partaken at this heaven-on-earth establishment is the Chicken Fries. These are one of the items of edible ecstasy that warrant capitalization whenever mentioned, like our heavenly father in the good book. Thin strips of all-white meat chicken breast coated with a batter seasoned with spices that could only have been combined by the Gods on Mount Olympus in some deal to steel man’s immortal soul. You won’t want the flavor fantasy to end as you plunge Chicken Fry after Chicken Fry into BK’s own Buffalo Sauce, and you begin to understand why our pioneering forefathers killed all of the Buffalos. BK was truly pioneering when the brilliant minds at their test kitchen developed this work of genius, and you can’t help but hope that the Chicken Fry does to the chicken nugget what the white man did to the American Indian. God bless America, and God bless Chicken Fries!
Bob seems to like Burger King better than most of the burger places. So he was confused when I told him there was one here in Marathon - he said he'd never seen it. The reason he had not seen it was that it was north of the airport, and he didn't usually go any farther than the airport on his bike.
So we have not actually eaten in this Burger King, and the picture is from one in Charleston.
Favorite Dish: Lunch for the two of us is about $9.00. They have in addition to the signature Whopper, chicken, fish, salads, and subs.