Just went to burger king in bicester. Parked in there car park to be presented with a huge pile of vomit in the parking space next to mine. I'm not one to jump to conclusions so I simply put it down to the fact that it probably just happened and the staff had not yet had a chance to see it or deal with it. I proceeded to the building thinking it's not to late to drive to macdonalds in Aylesbury. On entering the building which is shared with another reputable eatery (little chef) I noticed immediately a crowd of disheartened looking customers bimbling around the counter. This is strange I thought, no organisation and no que. I soon discovered when I noticed the food shelf was empty that these people were waiting for there food and not waiting to be served. Again, I didn't jump to conclusions and assumed that the lengthy wait for food was simply due to there attention to detail and ensuring everything was cooked and presented to perfection. "are you waiting to be served fella" said the woman behind the counter. I gave her my order, paid my money and took my seat. I went for the 'woppa cheese burger' the kids had chicken nuggets. 23 minutes later I was called to the counter to collect my order. I'm not sure where Burger king bicester advertise for there employees, but I'm assuming they are all locally produced from surrounding villages and bused in every day. I can only describe there workforce as the cast of "the hills have eyes and Deliverance" which again I assumed they were just doing there bit for what some may consider 'the un-employable'. As I collected my food, the woman said "would you like some sauce" I replied "no thanks, I'm sure the food will taste great without it". She started laughing which was followed by fit of uncontrollable coughing. However, she did cover he mouth with the handful of napkins she was luckily holding, then placed them on my tray. Enjoy your meal sir she said smiling with her pork scratching teeth. I then handed out the food and started to eat. Harry was happy because the food didn't need to be cooled down, which I assumed they did on purpose because he is just a baby and didn't want him to get burnt. My chips were also cold and my woppa cheese burger thing tasted a bit like a dried dog turd placed between two slices of MDF. I then realised that maybe I had been ripped off and thought it was best to leave before I started getting upset. I left all my rubbish on the table, chucked the boys in the van, trod in the pile of puke beside my van and hot the fuck out of there. Say what you like about McDonald's, bad for your health, cheap food, fast way to an early grave, but trust me when I say, it's the best tasting, fastest, safest and cleanest fast food on this planet. read more