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Burger King travels over 20,000 miles to find people who have never heard of the WHOPPER and perform the world’s purest taste test.
If there is such a thing as a Whopper Virgin, then I am probably a Whopper Crack Whore, because all of my life I have preferred the Whopper over the Big Mac. This is skewed because McDonnald’s was not widely available in Puerto Rico until I was in college, so until I was 19 or so the Puerto Rican burger market was ruled by Burger King and Wendy’s.
Even funnier is that I lived my last three years of college in an apartment building that had a BK on the ground floor, and the exhaust from the kitchen blew into our courtyard. After a week living there, the last thing you want to do is eat a burger. I did not eat there for probably my last two years living in that building.
Along the same lines, in the Army we had BK’s on base, but no McDonnald’s. The Army and Air Force use a consolidated PX, so in Germany both Army and Air Force bases had BK and no McDonnalds. If you wanted McDonnalds you had to go out of the base.