It's been at least ten years since I ate at a Hardee's, but today I fell for the TV ads for the new beer battered cod sandwich and had to try it. It looked delicious on TV and on the menu board, all thick and crunchy in its beer battered yumminess. So off I went through the drive-through and got the combo, then drove on a couple of blocks to my next stop to eat. What I got was quite a surprise. The poor sandwich looked like it had been run over and squashed flat, or at least stomped on before they put it in the bag. The whole thing was less than an inch thick, bun and all. Peeling it apart to see what was inside, I first encountered gobs of limp lettuce, swimming in what must have been half a bucket of industrial tartar sauce. Hiding amongst the lettuce/sauce globs was what looked and tasted like an oversize fish stick as served up by the lunch ladies at my old junior high cafeteria, but not nearly as appetizing. One bite, just to give it a fighting chance to redeem itself, and that was it. Into the nearby dumpster it went. Sorry, Hardee's. Sorry, tastebuds. I won't be making that mistake again for at least another ten years.
Dave L.
It's been at least ten years since I ate at a Hardee's, but today I fell for the TV ads for the new beer battered cod sandwich and had to try it. It looked delicious on TV and on the menu board, all thick and crunchy in its beer battered yumminess. So off I went through the drive-through and got the combo, then drove on a couple of blocks to my next stop to eat. What I got was quite a surprise. The poor sandwich looked like it had been run over and squashed flat, or at least stomped on before they put it in the bag. The whole thing was less than an inch thick, bun and all. Peeling it apart to see what was inside, I first encountered gobs of limp lettuce, swimming in what must have been half a bucket of industrial tartar sauce. Hiding amongst the lettuce/sauce globs was what looked and tasted like an oversize fish stick as served up by the lunch ladies at my old junior high cafeteria, but not nearly as appetizing. One bite, just to give it a fighting chance to redeem itself, and that was it. Into the nearby dumpster it went. Sorry, Hardee's. Sorry, tastebuds. I won't be making that mistake again for at least another ten years.
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