In a moment of utter stupidity I ordered what they call (in a cruelly ironic way) a bacon and egg croissant this morning. First it took them ten minutes to make it, which struck me as a little odd since I was the only customer in the place. Then I was unwise enough to look past the counter into the kitchen and saw that the process, which if hygenic, made it clear that the eggs involved probably came out of a robot chicken rather than anything live. The backroom technician took a thin pale yellow sheet out of a drawer and folded it accordian like. It was at that point I realized those were the "eggs." On arrival at the counter, this was shoved at me with disdain and I received a further dose of contempt when I asked for a napkin.

As to the alleged food, it is probably the worst single thing I have eaten all year. It tasted of neither egg, bacon or croissant, seemed to have a distinct aroma of lard and left my hands feeling ike I had just changed the oil on a 1955 Chev Bel-Air.

I haven't been to an Arby's in years, and I doubt I'll be in another before the end of my life.