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It is a pretty gross scenario. Not just for partons eating at the establishment - but why any person would want to bathe in a sink that is used to clean off flesh and oil from instruments is beyond me.
Ok...Wonder what those girls were thinking--or not thinking! That is just plain sick! One more reason I eat at home 99% of the time! Yuk!!
Part of it I'm sure is just teenagers being teenagers, but the fact that it took place inside a fast food joint, (was the maneger in there with them?) that's a real condemnation of the fast food industry. I don't know if the practice is still common, but I read a book that described some of the tax breaks fast food companies were getting for "worker training" while at the same time trying to make the jobs as brainless as possible.
I can tell you this much from firsthand knowledge; in the early 1990's when I was in college I picked up a job at the Taco Bell down the street. The meat arrived in the store fresh, in plastic bins. The cheese came in giant blocks. The beans came dried, in 25 pound bags. The store had a cheese grater, a huge bean pot, a grill for the beef - say what you will about Taco Bell food back then, but I have to say I ate there a lot and had no problem doing so.
Cut to today - now everything arrives at the store precooked. Boil the bag.
Who do you think took more pride in their food? A guy who made the beans from scratch, seasoned them, pressure cooked them and refreid them with a giant immersion blender, or the guy who boiled a bag? The difference may seem trivial - but I'm convinced it exists.
Those of you that know me from my post history know that I'm no fan of the fast food industry, and as a result we almost never eat out - but Wednesday evening I had to pick up my wife and daughter (who have much more liberal eating standards when it comes to fast food) at the airport. Due to a miscommunication on a flight delay, it ended up that none of us had eaten, there was nothing ready at home and it was 7 PM. In that case I decided fast food was in order, and I figured Arby's would do.
Halfway into her "roast beef" sandwich my wife finds a "chunk". She said "eewww!" and spit it out in disgust. It turned out to be the end of a "roast" (processed, pressed log) that hadn't been sliced, but it bore quite a resemblance to a a big rubber slug.
We were ready to go at that point anyway, so on the way out I stopped at the counter to point out what I found.
I didn't ask for a refund, and I didn't ask for an apology - which was good, because I was offered neither. This isn't a ghetto Arby's either - right in the middle of RTP for those of you in neighborhood - it's a newish, nice clean one.
I e-mailed corporate and they're sending me some coupons - but 3 separate Arby's employees examined this oddity in my meal and not a single one took ownership, made an effort to make it right or apologized boggles my mind.
Why is there a sink in the kitchen? To wash objectionable crap down into the sewer? How do the particulars of that objectionable crap affect the food that is served?
Part of it I'm sure is just teenagers being teenagers, but the fact that it took place inside a fast food joint, (was the maneger in there with them?) that's a real condemnation of the fast food industry. I don't know if the practice is still common, but I read a book that described some of the tax breaks fast food companies were getting for "worker training" while at the same time trying to make the jobs as brainless as possible.
I can tell you this much from firsthand knowledge; in the early 1990's when I was in college I picked up a job at the Taco Bell down the street. The meat arrived in the store fresh, in plastic bins. The cheese came in giant blocks. The beans came dried, in 25 pound bags. The store had a cheese grater, a huge bean pot, a grill for the beef - say what you will about Taco Bell food back then, but I have to say I ate there a lot and had no problem doing so.
Cut to today - now everything arrives at the store precooked. Boil the bag.
Who do you think took more pride in their food? A guy who made the beans from scratch, seasoned them, pressure cooked them and refreid them with a giant immersion blender, or the guy who boiled a bag? The difference may seem trivial - but I'm convinced it exists.
Those of you that know me from my post history know that I'm no fan of the fast food industry, and as a result we almost never eat out - but Wednesday evening I had to pick up my wife and daughter (who have much more liberal eating standards when it comes to fast food) at the airport. Due to a miscommunication on a flight delay, it ended up that none of us had eaten, there was nothing ready at home and it was 7 PM. In that case I decided fast food was in order, and I figured Arby's would do.
Halfway into her "roast beef" sandwich my wife finds a "chunk". She said "eewww!" and spit it out in disgust. It turned out to be the end of a "roast" (processed, pressed log) that hadn't been sliced, but it bore quite a resemblance to a a big rubber slug.
We were ready to go at that point anyway, so on the way out I stopped at the counter to point out what I found.
I didn't ask for a refund, and I didn't ask for an apology - which was good, because I was offered neither. This isn't a ghetto Arby's either - right in the middle of RTP for those of you in neighborhood - it's a newish, nice clean one.
I e-mailed corporate and they're sending me some coupons - but 3 separate Arby's employees examined this oddity in my meal and not a single one took ownership, made an effort to make it right or apologized boggles my mind.
You should have seen the look on the faces of the employees at a well known grocery food chain when I brought back the frozen stringbeans my wife purchased with a frozen stiff mouse mixed in with the beans! They freaked and apologized and gave me free access to the fresh seafood department. The poor mouse lost his limbs and tail and looked similar to a stringbean except it had bucked teeth and two holes for eyes!
Why is there a sink in the kitchen? To wash objectionable crap down into the sewer? How do the particulars of that objectionable crap affect the food that is served?
Maybe to wash the chicken, wash the items that are used in the kitchen, or to dispose of the grease?
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The poor mouse lost his limbs and tail and looked similar to a stringbean except it had bucked teeth and two holes for eyes! 
