Burger King

All I gotta say is «McDonalds is McDonalds» in London, but «Burger King» was a strange, disgusting experience. It couldn’t have been beef! Later, upon returning to the states, a big scandal erupted where it was determined HORSE MEAT was being used in fast food restaurants in London.

After a night out with some work colleagues, thought I’d trek to this BK for some Whopper as I was feeling peckish.
Being in quite a hurry, I only wanted the Whopper meal (super sized). That came to a shockingly expensive £6.59 (5.99 for meal, + 60p for super). This is almost service station pricing on a highstreet, absolute theft!
What made it worse was that the staff all seemed so unresponsive, no smile, no greeting. And a lot of coughing and sneezing. But because I was feeling slightly hungry, I still went for it.
Firstly, the food, the bun was horrendous, and the whopper was clearly not their normal size but much much smaller.
The fries, they didnt taste anything like the BK fries but felt like just chips from a chipshop, or worse, it felt like KFC fries… which are the worst. Plus, I ordered the Super and they gave me the small size fries, but because I had already left when I found out, I just didn’t feel like going back to tell them they got it wrong.
Then, I realised, the staff didn’t give any servettes (napkins), even though it was a takeaway meal.
All in all, the WORST BK by miles. Avoid! Go to the one in the actual Paddington station, its much better there.
So bad I felt the need to post my first review in 2 ½ years.
Food ²⁄₁₀
Value ¹⁄₁₀
Location ⁷⁄₁₀
Atmosphere NA/​10 — Didn’t sit down to eat.
Service ¹⁄₁₀

When you’ve been at a networking event for four hours, sucking up glasses of free vino and all they have to eat are nibbly croute d’ete that wouldn’t fill up a mouse, you get hungry. Insanely hungry. And when it’s 11:00 at night, there isn’t much else open. So I gave in and had the first BK since I’ve been in the UK for three months now.
No fries, no drink, I just wanted a burger. And yes, it tasted almost exactly the same as every Whopper I’ve ever had in the States. Mayo, ketchup, shredded lettuce, sliced tomato, those damned pickles I had to pick out, and a slice of char-​broiled burger patty on a sesame-​seed bun. While it wasn’t made to order, it was fresh. It’s a good thing the guy threw a few serviettes (napkins, in American) in the bag or I’d have been in a serious mess.
One complaint — the sandwich was £3.50. That’s about $ 5.00, which is way too much to pay for a Whopper. In the States, you can get the whole meal (fries and drink) for that much! Dang!