Arby’s can eat my ass. while i eat their shitty food.

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looks tasty, right?

today in the office someone offered to pick up lunch from Arby’s. i generally don’t like that place because of their low quality food, but checking their website the grilled chicken bacon and swiss looked good (see picture above).

well, what i saw wasn’t exactly what i got.

on the site the chicken looks good. like it’s actually been cooked. with actual grill marks on it (fake or whatever, it still looks decent). there is plenty meat, extending out past the sesame seed bun. the bacon looks fresh, with that contrast of red and brown you see when you cook bacon correctly.

what i got. now that’s a different story.

the amount of chicken was sparse, with the bun completely covering the meat, AND the bacon. seriously, i felt like i was eating a hotpocket. the little bits of bacon that fell out onto the wrapper (very few, most were hidden under the bun) looked dark brown throughout, not the natural colors seen in the picture above. the bun was flat and the chicken squishy, like it wasn’t cooked throughout well enough, and steam cooked instead of actually grilled. looking at the actual meat, instead of the golden brown with hash marks you see above, i got something that looked cold and clammy, like someone that’s been sick with the flu for a week.

i couldn’t return the piece of crap i got, so i just ate it instead. yes, i felt like i ate crap. it tasted decent, but most definitely wasn’t what i was expecting.

i was allowed to bring cameras to work, i’d have taken a picture.

needless to say, i definitely won’t be eating Arby’s crap again. maybe if it’s free and i’m starving, but otherwise i’d avoid it at all costs.

the cheesecake poppers looked good though. about as good as 100% fat deep-fried in fat and covered in sugary batter with raspberry sauce can taste, i guess. i’m sure it would have been really tasty, but i can feel my arteries hardening just at the thought of it. may as well just hook up an IV of grease to my arm.

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