Burger King

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Very poor service. Long wait time when it wasn't even busy.

This place delivers a consistent fast-food experience. Their menu offers a wide range of classic options, and the prices are reasonable. Service speed can vary, but it's generally efficient. The taste is what you'd expect from a popular fast-food chain. It's a reliable choice for a quick bite on the go.

I often buy "burger" food, I like their food, but the restaurant "898 John daly blvd daly city" is very bad, the food is short, the staff is not friendly and careless, the ice cream I bought last month is only half the capacity. Today I purchased "the king of wrap" and I can't believe they forgot to give me "whopper"... I had to drive back to claim compensation from them, wasting my time and gas, please note the restaurant at this address.

I want to tell you the story of the Burger King Hero: Back in the 80's.., I was traveling across the country with a punk rock band that liked to pick up strays and take them on tour with them. When SF came, it was their last stop in the US before Japan, so I ended up here for awhile. With no place to stay and not much money,, I did what I still enjoy doing, and that is wandering around town observing people. I met a bunch of kids that used to hang around down by the end of the cable car at Market, they called themselves the Powell St. Punks. Back in the day, you could get what was called a Hotline hotel room to stay in for emergencies, unfortunately it was over in the T-loin which was pretty rough in those days, worse than even now. The kids used to stay together on the benches by the BART, or sleep on cardboard in the doorway of the AT&T building on the corner that used to be a bank. Every time I hear the phrase "trickle down economics", I think of that picture in my head of the kids huddled in the doorway of that huge fancy bank building, like something from a Jacob Riis photo, or Dickens. To be honest, there were plenty of places like the Olive Church to get food. (You may remember it as The Glide from that movie 'The Pursuit of Happiness', and it still exists to serve the homeless population). However, their food wasn't stuff that kids would hunger for: pizza, beer and junk food. A group of the Powell St. kids used to panhandle the tourists along Powell for spare change to get a slice or some liquor. One night we asked some well dressed guy and his wife for change. He stopped and looked at us "what do you want quarters for, the arcade?" One of the littler ones said "I'm hungry". Well this guy immediately sprung into action. He put his fancy Saturday-night-on-the-town-with-the-missus plans on hold for a bit and pulled out his wallet at Burger King and paid for some meals. As soon as the bills came out, it was like a bunch of pigeons when someone throws a crust on the sidewalk. A small crowd of homeless kids came from nowhere and descended upon this guy. And he kept paying for each kid that came in and wanted a meal.. Later that night, well after we had eaten and were chilling on the benches watching the boys skate around the BART entrance, this guy comes back. He had scrapped his own dinner plans and had been on the horn for hours, calling all over town to try to find a place for the younger kids to sleep. All the shelters were full, but he finally found somewhere out in the suburbs, and he had come to tell us that one of the social workers were coming to pickup however many kids she could fit in whatever vehicle they could commandeer. He paced on the curb nervously, like he was trying to keep some wild cubs from running back up into the mountain, and waited until he saw that the kids were safely tucked into the car. The youngest one, a skinhead that was at most 11 or 12, started crying like a baby once he realized that he wasn't going to have to sleep on the cold SF sidewalk for another night. Burger King Hero made sure that us older teens didn't want for anything, and walked over to get his own hamburger, a much more humble dinner than the one he had originally planned I am sure.. I have always been a keen observer of the character of people, and I watched this whole thing play out. I saw how the other tourists smirked at him like he was being foolish, and how ragtag and sullen the little group of street urchins looked, and how he casually walked away thinking that he had not done a great thing. But I saw very clearly what he had done and what it meant...