In the war between the clown and the king, there is this cute commercial: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frD1AbsNdQk It was made to air on German TV, but McDonalds pulled it. Not before it was "leaked" to Youtube, though!
Ouch! Burger King was my first job. I worked there for 2 1/2 years. We used to joke about getting ahold of some McDonald's uniforms, going to their dumpster, pulling out old burgers, and handing them to the customers in drive-thru.
Don't you mean "cheese"? That stuff tastes like...... Air. Sorry, I don't mean to crap on your job. Heaven knows mine is crapped on enough! (deservedly) I meant to crap on fast food "cheese" burgers, and American cheese in general.
Xavier, I've been dying to ask somebody about this: When you walk into a Burger King (Hungry Jacks in Australia), the smell of flame broiled beef patties is intoxicating. (I know, they don't really broil anymore) But.....when you bite into a Whopper, it tastes like bread and onion. Does Burger King use beef spray to make the air in and around the restaurant smell so much like yummy, delicious grilled beef?
When I worked there they still flame broiled real beef patties. I started in 2003 and there are not any BKs around here anymore so I don't know if they have changed since I quit to work for General Mills. I hope not. They were my favorite fast food restaraunt.
Jumping back 10 ish years a new Burger Thing was openng up island and we did the kitchen ventiation and freezer, store had not opened yet and I went up because the freezer stopped working and I ended up there for several hours sitting waiting for it to come back to tempature after the fix. The store had not opened yet but they were training the new staff. The "old school" grill was gone but a new style conveyor oven grill was used. The burgers were droped on the conveyor grill at one end and were flame broiled top and bottom (no flipping) and came out the other end. The smell was real, they were flame broiled. Kinda funny..... I had to wait and wait before I could leave, managment of the store were great, they really made it a fun thing for the new kids being trained and all trade workers had free help yourself to anything, pop, milk shakes, and because they were traing the kids how to cook EVERYTHING over and over, the mountain of food was insane, and I meen stupid insane! I could hardly drive the hour+ home after all the gallons of trans fats, MSG, and lord knows what other chemicals were in that stuff. Non the less I phoned my honey before I left and told her to phone everyone, BYOB and I'll supply the burgers and ice cream. I left the store with a fountain pop cup box full of mixed burgers. Ice cream, they needed to make sure the machine could keep up so it was running non stop into empty 5 gallon pails to them be.... thrown out in the trash. I washed out that was katsup or something had it filled ad useing an large enpt cradbord box linned it with garbage bags dorpped the bucket in and surrounded it with ice and it made it all the way home pefect We had a pritty good party at the house that nite...... ....and it's tales like this, is why I eat rice cakes and cottage cheese today!
And that is one of the reasons I worked there for so long. Raises were easy, the crew was able to have fun, and the food was the best. I worked every position except for manager, although I was left in charge of the store on a few occasions. The broiler (that thing you described) is awesome, and a time saver. I would come home smelling like a BBQ every day. That broiler, as great as it is, was one hell of b!+(h to clean. I worked as the night porter for quite awhile after most of the crew I was used to working with left. I was i the store all night. No customers. No food to cook. No uniform. Loud music and cleaning with an entire restaurant to myself. The DM that was over the area almost the entire time I worked there was really cool. He gave me a raise and a promotion (such as it was in fast food) after I had been there for only a couple of months. There was one day I remember, this guy had come in and ordered 100 whoppers. We made them and when it came time to pay he found out that his wallet had been stolen. He left and we were left with 100 whoppers. Long story short, I fed my entire neighborhood that day. It boosted business. Wow I better stop now because I have way too many stories I could tell.