I'm en route to the north woods of Michigan with my folks. My dad never met a "back way" that makes us "avoid traffic" and "trucks" and "construction" that he wasn't a million percent in love with. Also, my parents are in love with utilizing maps and atlases at all points in time while getting off of the tollways/expressways/freeways. Even for ways they have gone like, four thousand times. I digress. So. Hour three into an alleged six hour trip we encountered the good old BK. Home of the BK BROILER and the BK LOUNGE. Sorry.
Dane Cook reference. (SHUT UP I KNOW WE ARE SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM. But come on. If you know anything about him he says Fuck Shoes.)
Nicest BK I've ever been in. I was in a hurry so I didn't take pictures of the interior. But it was all marble and crap. This was in Stevensville, Michigan.
I mean. I OBVS got a whopper with cheese, which actually, now that I think about it, I said I was fine without cheese....let me find that receipt...
Some fries which I shared with my doggie Duncan. Cause I don't love BK'a fries.
This is Duncan. He was drinking water out of that BK cup on the floor. He enjoyed the fries.
I mean, ultimate service is their goal. Is this like
real ultimate power? 
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