Smash me daddy double cheeseburger is pretty funny. Sounds like the kind of place that would be hilarious to go to for the first time, but after that it would be a bit cringe lol
A fake restaurant, probably owned by some other chain and likely serving identical food, that exclusively does doordash (or whatever the UK equivalent is) orders and performs various stunts like this naming scheme to bait in first-timers with something quirky.
Once business for this joke dries up they’ll likely just close up and make another one since the “restaurant” is almost entirely virtual.
I don’t have a problem with ghost kitchens. The best Indian takeaway (by far) near me doesn’t have a restaurant, they’re delivery (or collection) only. The curries are superb, and the prices are decent, presumably because they don’t have the overheads of a restaurant, waiters, bar staff, tables, chairs, linens, crockery, cutlery.
I’d rather ghost kitchens existed than find myself sitting in a real restaurant, waiting for my food, while a constant stream of helmet-wearing moped riders come in and get priority.
Smash me daddy double cheeseburger is pretty funny. Sounds like the kind of place that would be hilarious to go to for the first time, but after that it would be a bit cringe lol
There’s nothing to go to, it’s a ghost kitchen.
A fake restaurant, probably owned by some other chain and likely serving identical food, that exclusively does doordash (or whatever the UK equivalent is) orders and performs various stunts like this naming scheme to bait in first-timers with something quirky.
Once business for this joke dries up they’ll likely just close up and make another one since the “restaurant” is almost entirely virtual.
Well that’s news to me, never heard of ghost kitchens before!
I don’t have a problem with ghost kitchens. The best Indian takeaway (by far) near me doesn’t have a restaurant, they’re delivery (or collection) only. The curries are superb, and the prices are decent, presumably because they don’t have the overheads of a restaurant, waiters, bar staff, tables, chairs, linens, crockery, cutlery.
I’d rather ghost kitchens existed than find myself sitting in a real restaurant, waiting for my food, while a constant stream of helmet-wearing moped riders come in and get priority.