Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Goodbye Maui, Welcome to Good Burger, Home of the Good Burger. May I take your order?: February, 2001

Most everyone from the "kid cars" went to International House of Pancakes for dinner, but Jay and I had dinner at Wendy’s. In the 1990s. Nickelodeon had a show that featured a skit called “Good Burger,” and we could have sworn we were in that skit.

“Kid’s Meal, hamburger with catsup only,” I said.

“Do you want cheese on that?” asked Good Burger Guy.

“No, a hamburger with only catsup.”

“Only catsup on it?”

“Yes.”

We get the hamburger, and it is a cheeseburger, with catsup on the outside of the bun. Jay takes it back and gets a hamburger with catsup only, going through essentially the same conversation again, and when he receives his order, the catsup is again on the outside of the bun.

I heard another customer place an order.

“A baked potato with everything but chives.”

“Extra broccoli and cheese?”

“No, just no chives.”

“No chives. Extra broccoli and cheese?”

“No, just everything but chives. Nothing extra.”

The Good Burger Guy walks back to the assembly grill and says to the food preparer, “Make sure you put extra broccoli and cheese on this potato.”

We ask if the Kid’s Meal comes with a Little Frosty ice cream treat like in California.

“Go coffin?”

“What?”

“Need coffin.”

“You mean from the bag? A coupon?”

“Yes.”

“We threw it away.”

“Need coffin.”

Jay digs it out of the trash and gives it to the Good Burger Guy.

“No coffin in bag.”

Of course, the Good Burger Guy had forgotten to give us the coupon in the bag with our order, but this somehow escaped him.

His manager finally had enough, and he came over to give Jay a large Frosty.

After dinner, Jacque and I took the kids shopping and to a video game arcade at a pizza parlor, while Cheryl took a nap in a car. Rollie and Julie met us at the pizza parlor and had a quick meal. We returned our cars and flew home on a red-eye flight via San Francisco. The San Francisco stop brought turbulence, making this far less preferable than flying non-stop, obvously.