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Hey Everyone!
Welcome to yet another installment of my quest to continue gaining weight! Today, I enjoyed yet another delightful stop at one of my favorite FFRs (fast food restaurants), Wendy’s!! WOOO!
For my first treat, I went with an old classic that I haven’t enjoyed in quite a while, Wendy’s Chicken Nuggets!
I hope my fries come in the same box!
MMMmmm! Mechanically separated chicken at it’s finest! I love the taste and texture of these little, amoeba-shaped treats. I chose to eat them with Ranch and Honey Mustard dipping sauces (not together of course, that would be stupid) and I enjoyed each one to the very last bite.
They’re good, dependable, and honest things these chicken nuggets. Are they perfect? No. They’re chicken nuggets. They can’t ever be perfect. I do like them more than the McNuggets, and enjoy them far more than the weird Burger King crown shaped nuggets. I think they are my favorite nuggets of the FFRs and so I am going to reward these treats with a superior rating
I give them 4 out of 4 silly store signs.
Now on to the newest addition to the Wendy’s menu… the Natural Cut Fries with Sea Salt!
Wendy's did it! Conservation of resources for the win!
Let me start by admitting that I am not the biggest fan of french fries. They’re rarely delicious enough to fill up the prime real estate of my stomach. I love Wendy’s because they give me way better side options than any other FFR. But for the sake of the quest, I decided to give these a try.
Verdict? They taste like fries. I guess they are better than the old fries at Wendy’s, but they still aren’t the awesome fries you happen upon every so often. Like at a nicer bar with the perfect amount of seasoning. Sometimes fries are awesome. Mostly they are average.
Wendy’s fries are better than they were, probably as good as McDonald’s fries, but I just don’t see myself getting these fries over the chili or the baked potato.
I give them a 3 out of 4 Zoltar-esque machines.
All the rating pictures in this post were taken in St. Augustine. It’s town with tons of history (that I chose to ignore) and many tourist-aimed shops (yeah girllll) filled with weird machines and cat postcards. I asked almost every store employee in that town about their “selection of cat postcards.” If they said they did, in fact, have cat postcards, I would then go on to say “I’d love to see what you have.”
I wasted so many people’s time.
