WTF did I just eat?

Due to the dropping of several F-bombs in this post, parental discretion is advised.

I don't even know where to begin. I am beyond pissed right now. So I go out to pick up something quick after work so that I could just go home and relax. I figured, "Hey, there's a Jack-in-the-Box near my place, I'll pick up something there (mind you, I rarely eat at this place)." So I see this new sandwich being advertised on their drive-thru menu. It's a sourdough steak melt (imagine a Philly cheese steak sandwich, but on sourdough).

So I've got my meal planned, I'm ready to order, and I'll be home in just a few minutes. Sounds like the perfect plan....until I get home. I open my sandwich, and the first thing out of my mouth was "HOLY FUCK!" All I could think was that I sure as hell had to have been punked. My fries were colder than death, and my sandwich...where the fuck do I even begin about this fucking sandwich? It was like eating 2 pieces of bread with a hint of steak and cheese in between. I'm not even kidding. Like seriously, maybe 6 small pieces of steak.

I really should have taken a picture before I emailed their corporate office to let then know how fucking disappointed I was with their food. In fact, I wouldn't have eaten it because of how very upset I was, but it was late, I was hungry, and I needed to eat. So yeah, I did eat it, and then I came straight to my computer to blog about the shit that was my dinner experience on this disappointing evening. But believe me, I'm going back out to get myself something else to eat, and you can bet it won't be back to Jack-In-The-Box.

I don't know whether their corporate offices will reply to my disgruntled email, but if they don't, they can be sure I'll send them one every night until I know I got my point across. FUCK YOU JACK-IN-THE-BOX!!!!

Oh, in case you couldn't tell from the picture, this is the Jack-In-The-Box at San Pedro and Hilderbrand