They have no ketchup. Let me repeat: They. Have. No. Ketchup. They have French fries. They have char-grilled burgers. They have anything that anyone would ever put ketchup on. They have mayo and mustard--three kinds: spicy, yellow, and that froo-froo Grey Poop On stuff--yet they have no ketchup.
In case you don't get it: THEY HAVE NO FRIGGIN KETCHUP! NONE! Not even a half-stepped-on packet of the generic stuff you can get by the case at the local Costco. Not even a drop of crusted mucus-like condiment left over from the self-serve dripper.
In case you still don't get it: I NEED KETCHUP to EAT my FRIES and BURGER. Fries without ketchup is like puppies in pet orphanage. A burger without ketchup is not a burger; it's a hockey puck misplaced between two halves of a seeded bun.
I will never forgive them. Ever never ever.
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