Chuck wanted a burger. The last good one I had was at the Emerald Inn and that was too far away. I wasn’t hungry when I walked in, but the photo of a juicy burger and the TV memory of those slobs scarfing down their burgers while desiring solitude made me hungry enough to try the food.
It was a mistake – it was bad. I’d never eaten at a Carl’s Jr. and most likely will not again. This is Chuck’s uneaten part of a dried out Six Dollar Western Bacon Burger.
Maybe Kobayashi’s water helped his hot dogs go down, but all the free Carl’s Jr. refills in the world wouldn’t have helped this burger.
I read Carl’s Jr. has a new interactive campaign. For some reason, the picture at the New York Times looks nothing like the burgers we had.
I had a Carl Jr. burger one time when I was visiting you guys and I thought it wasn’t too bad — but — I probably don’t know any better!
Luvya!
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