They lied. The Pretzel Bacon Cheeseburger is a myth they display on their windows. The item is not yet on the menu. They served slushie-like Butterfinger frosty. They did not give me a clear printed receipt. They misheard dine-in for to-go. They don’t even have a freaking knife. (“Wala na po Sir e. May ipapa-cut ba kayo?” Oo, miss. I’d like you cut. In pieces. Very small pieces.) Good thing this burger made me think twice about not forgiving you ever. Wendy, you are a bitch.