There are summer Saturday mornings when a greasy breakfast sandwich is not just an idea, it has to happen.
So this morning I hop on the scooter and go to the Burger King at Seventh and Broadway. I walk in and there is nobody in the place, save for a guy in the back eating breakfast and reading his paper. I yell and nobody, and I mean nobody, is there.
So I get back on the scooter and pull to the back and the two employees are standing there smoking.
Congrats, BK. You lost my business for good. Too bad, I liked the place a lot because it was usually quiet and you never had to wait long.
There might be reasons for that.