West District, Taichung City｜漢堡王 台中公益店

It's a Burger King, so it is exactly as expected. Great value and the flame broiled burger tastes exactly like the one I used to share with my father in southern Indiana as a child. Every time I bite into a whopper it reminds me when I used to help him run electric for his weekend job. Great memories. Ever since moving away from Madison, IN whenever I felt like I needed my dad's presence, guidance, or love, I would always find myself at a burger king eating and metaphorically sharing a whopper with my father. In my fundamental year's, my father did not make a lot of money with his executive job at a not for profit (those days when society felt that those types of people that fixated on helping society improve did not deserve a living wage) so he needed to work on the weekends as an electrician to help our family of five get by and thrive. He would take me on these electrical jobs as his gopher. Typically crawling through tight spaces and under houses to run wire for him. Dad must have known meta physically that I loved burgers so he would always take me to burger king where we would share a whopper with cheese. Once I became older and bigger, he allowed me to order my own junior whopper which some how became a metaphorical crowning of my manhood that I will never forget. Those days and the taste of that moment of becoming a man, seemingly in my fathers view, have stucken to me until this day. Biting into a whopper on the other side of this great rock immediately causes me to feel my fathers embrace and hear his rumbling cough through his chest that I can never forget. To me, Burger King means holding an embrace of love from my father that centuries could never erode. I know that it is not the best burger to eat, but to me, it will always be the reminder of the hugs that my father never hesitated to deal out.

Delicious and cheap

tasty