This is the second "why must I suffer the novelety menu item name" post this morning and like... are y'all really that concerned about this?
I have both ordered with the silly names (who cares? They named it that and I assure you no one who works there likes saying it all day everyday any more than you.) But you can also just order "the double chilli cheese burger" and they'll know what you're talking about.
The only time waitstaff would say something like "Look at this weak loser who won't call it the Big Daddy Burger!" is in people's humiliation kink fantasy posts that I am certain are the origin of 80% of these posts in the genre of "I'm so embarrassed to be doing basic tasks in public, uwu!"
Then again, if the menu item is called Big Daddy Burger, maybe you're already at the BDSM kink burger house and I'm the one missing the point here?
The whole internet is basically the "fallacy of the loud few" (good observation!) but you're right of course. I feel like this has been an ongoing genre of post though, maybe I'm just getting old and cranky about the "soft next generation."
Damn kids with their inability to speak in public and their thigh high socks and linux laptops! Back in my day we had to wear tactical kilts and we ordered our Big Wet Daddy burgers with the pride flag of war on top and a molotov cocktail for a digestive.
Lol 🤣🤣 if you get it perscribed wouldn't it be from the phamacy tho? Or is it still just the normal weed store? Like I don't think any doctors are recommending stuff like the triple dipped moonrock pack
In my part of the US medical patients go to the same store as recreational. The only difference is medical don't pay tax and have a higher weight limit they can buy at once
This person is doing it all wrong. You don't ask. You demand. "I'll have the big wet daddy burger". Don't apologize for your choice. No please. No thanks. Stare the cashier down as you make your order.
This is why I hate ordering from A&W. They couldn't just name the burgers by number of patties, toppings or weight like other fast food places. They have to make a stupid game out of it.
You know what it is that you want, but you have to comb through twenty different menu entries (based entirely on what appears to be possibly/maybe hanging off the burger in the photo) to determine if what you really want is a mama burger, an uncle burger, a cousin burger, a creepy/touchy uncle burger? A cousin burger once removed? A half-brother burger to a different mother burger? A grandpa's brother burger? A double grandpa burger? A grandma burger but from the boring side of the family burger?
Perhaps you don't want a family oriented burger at all and would prefer to browse our selection of buddy burgers? A great grandfather's war buddy burger? A teen burger? What about a baby burger? Who's baby? Who the fuck knows! Just come up to the till when your ready and ask for these items out loud. $2 up-charge btw if you want cheese on any of these fucking things.
Unless it’s so that the wait staff can play off it, like acting scandalized, scolding the table, or flirting back. Then it’s just the shtick we chose for dinner.