That’s right. The Monster is reviewing Wendy’s. Wendy’s is from Columbus, Ohio and so is The Monster. The Monster has been to the very first Wendy’s on Broad Street (now sadly closed) and he’s met founder Dave Thomas (now sadly dead).
As a kid he’d go to Wendy’s with his family and with the new Santa Monica location once every couple years he’ll probably head in and indulge in some heart-attack inducing goodness.
The order for this cat is always the same. Spicy chicken sandwich, small fry, small chocolate frosty, two sides of barbecue sauce and a water.
Now, The Monster doesn’t eat any other fast food so this is not to wax rhapsodic about the virtues of Wendy’s versus say McDonalds or In-N-Out.
This is to say that fries dipped in a Frosty are really fucking good and a spicy chicken sandwich smothered in barbecue sauce does the trick. Nothing fancy but it’s damn tasty stuff.
See you in a few years Wendy’s.
Why go? Nostalgia.
Monster rating: 5/5 Monsters