Jonathan S.
Yelp
Some times the moon is full. It shines brightly in the night sky. You convulse to fight the changes creeping through your body. Eventually the animalistic urges become too much, and you howl into the darkness, "I WANT A DANG BURGER!" Health concerns be damned, the only thing to satisfy this craving is beef on cheese on beef on cheese. Then maybe some more beef on cheese.
The major burger chains are surprisingly hard to find in Boston. In places like NYC they are visible from nearly every corner but Boston sports exactly three Wendys within city limits. Unless you live, or work downtown going to Wendys is an special occasion for you to sink your fangs into.
I have had some bad burgers at Wendys before. The beef fell apart when I picked up the burger, there was not enough cheese, or the buns could not keep the whole thing under control. The beef oils will typically seep out all over your claws as you gnash into it, but Wendys remains the gold standard of fast food burgers for this wolfish hunger. The American cheese is always included, unlike Burger King, and they use one strip per beef patty, unlike McDonalds. It is gooey, delicious, and able to transform me back from a ravenously hungry beast into my normal, mild mannered self.
Werewolf puns aside, this location also recently installed a large screen television. It is neither good nor bad, but it seemed off to show sporting events at a fast food joint. I am sure that some patrons enjoy it though, so keep on finding ways to please, Wendys.