What a load of bunk. Had one for lunch today and the only thing angry is me for actually being duped into buying it. Look it up and boy if it doesn't look tasty. Big fried onions hanging over a large slab of meat bursting with jalepenos, tomatoes and hunk of pepper jack cheese and some curly lettuce. Oh, and this stuff called angry sauce.
I call bull****! I got a beef patty looked like it was pressed between some fat guys thighs slapped on a bun that must have come from behind the broiler. The wilted-ass lettuce must have been picked off a week old salad that they couldn't get rid of, two, count em, two picked scab size pieces of jalepeno, some lame onions and bacon with some secret sauce and barely jack **** amount of pepper jack cheese.
I was expecting a fire suit clad bomb technician to bring me a burger wrapped in an asbestos bag on an oven brick dolly. I fully expected to sign a hold-harmless waiver. I had a fresh pack of Tums on standby. When I noticed that my recyled paper bag didn't immediatly burst into flames and spontaneously combust Hevandro the illegal alien serving me my meal, I knew something was askew.
You've all seen the commercial where the guy is wringing out jalepeno juice over the onion field and then you have that dork screaming in the restraunt about how hot his burger is? More bull****. The cinnamon hearts that I got in grade school on valentines day had more heat. This was more midly irritating than angry. I have a feeling that the only thing angry about this burger is the angry **** I'll be taking later this evening.
Suffice to say, I shant be purchasing the somewhat perturbed burger again.