At my old job back in the states, I was known as the Burger King…

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At my old job back in the states, I was known as the Burger King savant. I regularly ate zesty sauce with my onion rings, annoyed employees with my chocolate milkshake requests, occasionally dabbled with the BK Fish, and probably too frequently consumed the triple Whopper and then considered a Junior Whopper as a chaser.

My addiction became so bad before I left that my local BK employees knew me by name. And they used to give me free coupons for Whoppers. (I miss you, Maria and Jose!)

So imagine my dismay when I discover that Korean BK does agree with my stomach. Like, wow, does not agree with me at all. I ate a Whopper —even with no cheese!— and I was miserable and depleted of the sandwich within an hour. Then, I felt better and thought about going back (because my stomach was empty, you know). But I didn’t. Thank goodness.


At my old job back in the states, I was known as the Burger King savant. I regularly ate zesty sauce with my onion rings, annoyed employees with my chocolate milkshake requests, occasionally dabbled with the BK Fish, and probably too frequently consumed the triple Whopper and then considered a Junior Whopper as a chaser.

My addiction became so bad before I left that my local BK employees knew me by name. And they used to give me free coupons for Whoppers. (I miss you, Maria and Jose!)

So imagine my dismay when I discover that Korean BK does agree with my stomach. Like, wow, does not agree with me at all. I ate a Whopper —even with no cheese!— and I was miserable and depleted of the sandwich within an hour. Then, I felt better and thought about going back (because my stomach was empty, you know). But I didn’t. Thank goodness.

So no more fast food flame-broiled meat for this girl. I hope. If I did, that would just be stupid. There is always Lotteria.



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