Vincent S. is convinced Backyard Burger is a front for some kind of cult. He feels they’re “trained to be creepy.”
They’re always smiling. Asking him how his day went. Calling him Buddy. Pal. He just wants a delicious burger, not a crystal energy reading.
His garumph, inside.
Vincent S. writes:
“Your pages may be full of out-of-touch CSAs and unhelpful clerks, but the one that really bothers me is the compensation for those frequent complaints: the Way-Too-Nice.
I’ll begrudgingly put up with “Mr” and know I can’t do much about “Sir”, but the absolute worst example of this is Backyard Burger. Everyone there wants to be your “Buddy”, or your “Pal”, and wonders desperately for details regarding the events of your day. It wasnt until the third call for “But really, how has your day been going?” that I couldnt take it anymore. I’ve gone there repeatedly and thought of the stupid nicknames they’re apparently trained to throw out as a reasonable gauntlet one must cross in exchange for a delicious burger, but this is just too much. At some point, there’s a line after “trained to not be rude” and “trained to provide efficient service with a smile” that falls beyond “trained to use fake ‘nice-words’ all the time, which is by the way also rude” and right into “trained to be fucking creepy.”
I reccomend staying away from Backyard Burger. It’s not worth it.”