Sandy, Utah, Carl’s Jr.

Haven’t said much lately about my Carl’s Jr. adventures, but I need to mention this one.

The above-named Carl’s has been a right mess. I don’t even want to try to speculate as to why the place is so filthy, but as usual, I called the Carl’s Jr. hotline and was greated with the same canned responses. However, much to my surprise, the District Manager called me back within 2 hours of my call. She happily and in a non-condescending manner listened to my concerns. She even did a spot check of the building and discussed my concerns with the Shift Leader.

The District Manager, Wilma, made it clear that I was welcome to contact her directly on her cell phone, which is something I personally don’t hand out to my customers.

For those that haven’t listened to my rantings, I am in no way connected with any aspect of the food industry. I don’t talk about other fast-food places simply because I don’t eat at those places. I am also not trying to chase people away from Carl’s Jr., but just from the filthy and poorly-managed buildings.

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Carl’s Jr, Sandy – Pig sty of Utah

I know… I know…

It really is getting worse. And it’s unacceptable. Eating at the Utah Carl’s Jr.s is disgusting.

A few days ago, I took my young son to the Carl’s on Highland Drive in Sandy, Utah, because he wanted to go the the Playplace. First off, it’s the lamest Playplace of any fast food chain in Utah. He and I were the only ones in the building, other than the employees. I let him run wild, and I ordered our food.

I brought the food into the Playplace and played the adult game known as, “Find the Cleanest (not ‘clean’) table.” Today’s match was the hardest yet. But we ate in there anyway.

He bounced back and forth from table to filthy play mat, and I decided that he would need a shower regardless of how much food he took home on his clothes. After I had finished, I asked him to put his shoes on. He moved slow, so I tried to help him. He began telling me to “look at the bugs,” and I notice that a large colony of ants was trying to carry my son back to the queen.

Okay… a bit of an exaggeration, but you usually don’t have ants unless you are in a dirty environment. I picked him up, and walked to the manager (who I mentioned in a previous post as ‘not giving a shit’) and informed him of his unwanted, non-paying guests.

He acted surprised and mustered up his finest ‘Manuel’ performance (Fawlty Towers). He assured me it would be taken care of.

The next day I went through the drive-thru and asked the Shift Leader if it was addressed.

“What ants?” came the predictable response.

“Nevermind,” I said.

Today I went in with my family and we had a quick bite. I was appalled by the filth under the tables as well as the tops of the tables. We were the only customers in the building for the entire visit. We won’t be returning.

I would call Carl’s Hotline, but they all recognize my voice now and it’s a little embarrassing.

Please don’t eat and this pig sty, but if you do, complain loudly regarding the condition of the restaurant. It worked for Arlo Guthrie.