Dairy Queen

It was a very slow evening.  A couple of people inside and a couple of people in the drive-thru.  Both the dining area and behind the counter were filthy.  The people behind the counter were running around like it was the noon rush.  There were several hand written signs hanging from the menu with "rules" such as you can't get sauce with french fries, whatever that means.  I placed my order (a blizzard) and gave him my money. He didn't say a word about when I'd get my order so I assumed he'd make it and hand it to me.  While I was waiting, someone came in and complained that their order was wrong.  They frantically made him another sundae or whatever it was.  They made orders for several other people.  I was finally handed my blizzard.  I took it out to my car.  There was no way I was eating it in that place.   They mixed the wrong ingredient in my blizzard.  I thought about taking it back in and complaining but instead, drove away, never to return.

So, the quintessential blizzard can be inverted and still remain in its container. The melty, sloppy mess served to me was the worst blizzard ever. They should have given me a straw instead of a spoon!

Two stars. One for actually being a dairy queen, the second for having a restroom.

If a machine is broken, don't pretend. Just fix it or send me away.