Tonight for the first time in a long time Chris and I decided to head up to nearby Palmetto to dine at our favorite Dairy Queen (so dubbed as much for its outdated decor as for the fact it, alone of any DQ we know of, lets us get our own drink refills).
Well, turns out that “long time” since our last visit, was a little too long. The place was dark when we pulled up, the single word “closed“ on the sign out front.
Most frustrating about this was that we headed to this location because Chris had been sent a coupon for a free Blizzard, and the coupon specified this particular DQ as the only one where she could use it.
Well, we also had some coupons for Hardee’s, which we have tended to avoid largely because of their tendency to regard mayonnaise as the most essential of the major food groups. But since our nearest one had just undergone a complete redecoration—and since our original plan for tonight had gone bust—we decided to use the Hardee’s coupon.
When I ordered, I completely forgot about the mayonnaise problem, so when my burger arrived it had been thoroughly slathered. I took a napkin and was able to remove about half of the goop, but the rest had been applied between the bun and the ketchup, and I kind of wanted the ketchup.
Even only a half-portion of mayonnaise was enough to commence oozing all over my hands as I ate. By the time I was finished, I had to use five napkins to wipe my hands. And when I went to the restroom I had to wash my hands before doing my business. (I also washed after; my mother raised me right).
Chris, however, order the Mushroom & Swiss, which didn’t have mayonnaise on it. So I may be able to eat at Hardee’s in the future if I just remember to order the right kind of burger.
Then again, as Chris pointed out, this is the South. There’s a danger of finding mayonnaise in your iced tea.
