Carl’s Jr. has been open for like, a week, and already the girl at the counter a) knows my order of “a large pop please!” on sight and b) is giving me shit for not coming in every day (“where’ve you been! you haven’t come by in days!”).
I am a creature of habit.
Delicious, fizzy habit.
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I love Carl’s JR. When I live in California I ate there all the time.. I’m scared though, because I have no self control and that guac burger is calling my name.
First I hear there’s a Carl’s Jr. in Vancouver, and then I discover that it’s on my street no less. I guess a field trip is in order. Don’t know if I ever visited one in the states.