Wendy’s

I live no where near this Wendy’s and yet I’ve been here more often than I normally would. Now let’s get a few things clear first. It’s not the spectacular food that brings me back again and again. It’s Kijiji.
Now you may be wondering what the hell do a fast food chain has to do with a website purely for the sale and resale of used goods? I have no idea either, but time and time again, this seems to be the place kijijians (can I call them that?) prefer to meet up. As a meet up spot it’s fantastic. The place is warm, well lit. It has comfortable seating, and food and drinks should your buyer/​seller arrive late. There’s always a table handy so you can inspect the goods and or count money. Since it’s a public area, you do feel safer, and the chances of being mugged are slim to none.
Overall, I give this «Wendy’s» meet up spot a 4 out of 5 stars. The only thing in between it getting a 5 is food quality. While I do enjoy the food here, I wish there where a little more variety. And maybe a better coffee selection.

I’m in one of those phases where my life is on a downward spiral, so Wendy’s feels like an appropriate theme-​food. In fact I think I pretty much only eat fast food when things are a little bit weird. But don’t worry reader, this is still a food review — not a cry for help.
I came by here one evening in search of some nourishment that would not exit my bowels in an explosive fashion. I feel that’s not too high a demand to put on my meals, though with fast food you can almost never be certain.
And while I WAS eating fast food, I didn’t want to go whole hog and commit culinary suicide by eating a baconator. As a side note, I once saw an old woman trying to kill herself at a Wendy’s. What I mean by that is she was about 80 years old with a breathing tube in her nose, sprinkling EXTRA salt on a hamburger. Death by food — an unconventional choice.
I ordered the spicy chicken sandwich with a side salad and a sprite to drink. I ordered it to go.
Now, here’s something that seems frivolous and unnecessary. I’m like, 95% sure Wendy’s butters their buns. As if the calorie count wasn’t high enough! It tastes delicious of course, but it’s only slightly excessive.
Aside from that discovery (and perhaps because of it) my Spicy Chicken sandwich delivered on my incredibly low expectations.
But then I was blown right out of the water like a Somalian pirate ship that made the mistake of trying to loot an aircraft carrier. Their side Caeser salad is actually right on par or superior to that of a sit down restaurant. Probably because sit-​down restaurants keep their salads in giant buckets and scoop it out with big ugly metal spoons like some sort of cartoon cafeteria.
Anyways, this salad restored my faith in humanity a little bit. I especially appreciated the cheese flakes and the croutons. Good work Wendy’s, you made salads that are actually worth consuming out of a little plastic box.
I did that weird thing I do where I order a meal to go and then immediately consume it in my car, right outside the restaurant. Am I alone in that?
Oi, vey.

This Wendy’s marks my favourite Wendy’s in all of Calgary.
Why you ask? Because I’ve spent SO much time here and it brings me right back to the good ol’ days when we used to hang out at Brentwood after school. We’d always head over to this Wendy’s, grab a McCain’s chocolate cake, 6 forks and depending on our mood, a couple of chocolate malts.
When I stepped back in here the other day, I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. I felt like I was a teenager again! I sat at the table we’d ALWAYS sit at, and yup, ordered a McCain’s chocolate cake (to take home) and a chocolate malt. MMMM, DELICIOUS!
The service was great, the atmosphere was welcoming and I love that the place was buzzing with students. Some things never change.

Wendy’s has great burgers and fries, we all know that. But the other day at this Brentwood location I experienced something I never thought I would at any fast food joint. The girl taking our order at the drive-​thru window was… actually…HAPPY.
It was weird and it took us by surprise. She was polite and courteous and welcomed us to a «fantastic Wendy’s on a fantastic day». The first instinct was that something was wrong. This girl must hate her job so much she has resorted to a very dangerous level of sarcasm to get through the day. But she was the real deal…
«What makes this place so fantastic,» I asked her as she opened the window.
«I just like working here,» she responded. «It’s fun.»
Fun? Jesus, I worked at Wendy’s for a short spell during high school and I would never describe it like that. But I was fired for conduct unbecoming a Wendy’s employee. And if I was fired for that, this girl should be given a medal or at least a raise for actually taking pride in her work. There has been a large deficit of customer service in the world — at fast food places especially — for the last decade, but how truly refreshing it is to deal with someone who likes her job. It shows and makes customers want to come back…