Since the '70s, I must have eaten a gazillion BK Whoppers - no mayo; add mustard. I've probably eaten whoppers in just about every state in the nation, save Alaska. In addition I've had whoppers in many foreign countries. Despite artery blockage and stints, I still do it, on a reduced basis. Some habits are hard to sever.

Regardless of the city, state, or country, there is very little noticeable difference in the quality of BK products. A whopper is a whopper. However, when it comes to the quality of service, that is a completely different story. No doubt all earnest burger-eaters have, at one time or another, experienced the wide-ranging disparities in service quality. In my own case, it would take hours, perhaps days, to recount all the regretful service experiences. Therefore, respecting time and space, I'll focus only on the positive, despite the fact that most people prefer hearing, reading, and sharing the details of insalubrious experiences.

For my money, the best fast-food service in the world is consistently rendered, your way, at the BK in Fulton, Mississippi, located on the north side of U.S. Highway 78. Superior service there is always dished up with an unsurpassed level of efficiency and professionalism. Crewmember ages range from teen to nursing home fugitive. Body weights, expressed in CWTs, vary from 1 to 3.5, and there is a prosperous assortment of personal appearances. Regardless, all workers are visibly clean, pleasant, and bright enough to know why they are there and what they are supposed to do.

Any time my travels take me east or west on U.S. 78, I always stop for a whopper at the Fulton BK. Even when I'm mad at BK and have sworn never again due to some previous shoddy or idiotic service at another location, the consistently unfailing service at Fulton always draws me back.

James Daniels

Professor Emeritus, Clemson University