Bro you gotta ask for ketchup. And they hand you like 4 packets! I'm like "bitch I ordered 4 meals with fries this is not gonna cut it". The fries suck now too so you need to drench them in ketchup. The only reason I keep coming back to this god forsaken restaurant is the indoor playground and my own weak will to resist the anguished wails of children who were just told "no".
<deep breath> I'm not bitter
at all
😆😆😆
the inability of grown men to say no to children is a really sad state of affairs for the quality of the next generation, they are all being spoiled like fuck, most of them are probably end of line, and will just burn the place down.