Hardy's hits another "homerun"

I like that you misspell the name of the restaurant twice, and yet quote the article with the proper spelling.

After eating one of those, cut-n-paste is about the only thing anyone would be qualified to do.

This is the third thread in which this abomination has been referenced.

This is covered in, surprisingly enough, the Fast Food thread.

I'm baffled as to why this is getting coverage in the MSM. Since when is it "news" that a fast-food joint is making a fatty, high-calorie offering?

EDIT: Zooey beat me to it. At this rate, I'll never get my Thread Cop Gold Badge...

Hardee's to McDonald's: "Suck on that shit, McGriddle!"

It's massiveness cannot be contained by just one thread.

Jacob,
I was just about to post the same thing. I saw this in the paper this morning and wondered why Hardee's was getting free advertising.

Because of the triple bypass you'll need after you eat one.

Holy moley. I think it's genius -- Hardee's is weeding out all the people stupid enough to eat shit like this. Social Darwinism, drive-through style!

Guess who's taking a pilgrimege out to Hardee's this weekend!

*feverishly prays for Ripoll*

ADDENDUM: Also, sausage gravy in a burrito? That makes it ten times more disgusting than it already was.

My best friend and I found that there is a Hardee's in Lake Charles. We are making the trip, and grabbing some Thickburgers for the road. And duct taping a cell phone to our hands for quick access to 911 following the heart attack on I-10.

My heart is soooooooooo happy that I don't have a Hardee's anywhere near me. Because I have no willpower, and would suck that thing down in a hot second. Then I would diiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee.

I really don't get why fatties are trying to sue McDonald's all the time when Hardees/Carl's Jr is clearly the devil of the fast food industry. "How can we make this burger better?" "Let's pile pastrami on top of it." "Gold." "The Six dollar burger just isn't big enough." "Two patties, double cheese, triple bacon. Onion rings!." "You sir get a raise." "That breakfast burger just isn't doing it." "How about a burrito that will literally kill you." "I'm promoting you to president."

Is there one in the chicago area???

*crosses fingers* please, please, please

I have a Hardees about 5 minutes from my work.....And I steer clear of it every time....ham and cheese sandwich is so my weakness.

Be a real man, Ripoll. Eat two!

Unfortunately, no, but I'm gonna take a train back to my parent's house and drive 45 minutes from there.

I told you it was a pilgrimage.

There was a Hardee's one upon a time two towns over from me, then it was destroyed, so I can't sample this coronary meal, but I was able to eat the Baconator at the airport in Dallas when I was on my way back from California, in August and, well let's just say that I don't plan on eating that thing again.

I know it sounds impossible, but the Baconator has too much meat, plain & simple.

Too much meat and cheese.

Country, indeed.

Even a trucker's breakfast is better for you then this.

How can you argue with Devin that the discourse has gone downhill if the third thread about this very subject (which is also mispelled) gets this many responses? I'm sorry to be a dick about it, but game, set, match.

You know what's funny though? I thought about the whole hissyfit in that thread when I read this, and I made sure that since I posted in here, I also posted in a couple movie threads and started one about Liberty Heights. But fuck it, whatever.

Hey, watch it now. I don't want my sig line to become "The Patrick Ripoll Memorial Quote".

I have a Hardees across the street from where I work. Stopped in for breakfast this morning (which I do once or twice a week) and ordered this thing. Here's my review:

The new Hardee's Country Breakfast Burrito is a solid attempt at a breakfast dish, but misses the details needed to make it into one of the greats. The mix of ingredients looks good on paper (eggs, hash rounds, bacon, sausage and gravy) and seperately are fine. But when you put them together, the whole is lesser than the sum of the parts. In this case, it may have been the proportions. You have to have a strong egg base, or the whole idea just fizzles. In my case, the eggs weren't strong. They were girlie eggs. Instead, my burrito decided to go long on the hash rounds and the gravy, leaving the other ingredients to fend for themselves. The bacon retreated to the back of the burrito and whimpered a bit. The sausage got drunk and flipped me the finger. And the gravy was a bit of a blowhard, overacting in every bite it got. Actually, one could almost see how it based its performance off of Dane Cook's HBO special. "Please love me" seemed to be its only motivation. "I'll cover everything for you like a wet blanket of love. See how that makes me special?" And that would have been fine if it hadn't stolen its jokes from other, tastier, gravies.

Overall, I think the Hardee's Country Breakfast Burrito is a solid attempt but misses the mark. If I want the hash rounds in my burrito, I'll put them in there. Otherwise leave the damn things in their little bag off to the side and focus on making a decent burrito. Don't skimp on the eggs. Tell the gravy to back off. And when you come up with something that measure up to the Loaded Breakfast Bowl (sausage, egg, and biscuit slathered in gravy), give me a call. Otherwise, I'll stick to city breakfast burritos, thanks.

MissZooey's gonna kill you for even reviewing that thing.

You mean Hardees still exists...? Holy cow. I thought they went down the toilet after the failed merger with (the far superior) Roy Rogers.

And as for the previously-mentioned Baconator: never has anything been so repulsive and yet so delicious at the exact same time.

She can try, darlin...but a couple of those gravy-encrusted hash rounds already tried. So I'm feeling a little impervious this morning.

Have her wait until this evening, okay? That way I can make sure I keep the thing down all day.

*starts crying and hyperventilating*

Before I started actually caring about not being a fatty, I tried Hardee's once. It was some sort of reconstituted chicken patty-on-a-biscuit deal, and I was on a road trip outside of Mobile, AL hating the rednecks I was traveling with and wanting to get the fuck out of Alabama so hard that I was pining for Mississippi.

I ate two of the chicken-biscuit things and got fucking food poisoning. While on a road trip in a Chevy Cavalier. In Bumfuck, Alabama.

Looking back on it, the only thing I regret is not shitting in their car.

So while there's definitely a pre-existing personal vendetta against Hardee's, this makes it ten times worse.

I can only imagine the sound of the doughy fuckers who are looking forward to tucking away two of these things in a single sitting currently oozing their way towards the nearest Hardee's, and it can only be described as the sticky sound of human despair.

Nope, sadly it was Roy Rogers who kinda circled the drain on that one. They're still around, but far fewer of them. Ever have their Double R Bar Burger? It's a 1/4 lb. hamburger with cheese, topped with ham, on a sort of kaiser roll. Put some of their bbq sauce on that, and yum... I swear, if I could get one of those again, I'd stop badmouthing fast food.

I really must ask: Why were you travelling with rednecks?

And yeah...stay away from the chicken things at Hardees. Okay...mostly stay away from everything at Hardees. The hot dogs at the convenience store are better for you than anything from Hardees.

So is Hardee's the same thing as Carl's Jr?

Take a guess...

Yeah, but some of the places in the Midwest have kept the "Hardee's" name, either because they are unaware of how unappetizing a word it is or to hold onto the bit of business generated by people who pull in thinking they're settling on Arby's.

I guess this commercial (don't know how old it is) was for the demographic that would buy this sandwich. Not really the most responsible message.

Holy shit! It's Hurley!

They were friends at the time. They needed someone to drive them from East Texas to Mobile so they could attend their father's funeral and pick up the car that he willed to them. Which was a rusted out '84 Camaro SS/Z28 (can't remember). It was summer on the cusp of my senior year of high school and I nothing better to do.

....aaaand this keeps sounding more and more like a country song.

Part of this journey consisted of me being relentlessly hit upon by the friends' drunken trailer-trash stepmother, who apparently likes to take mourning to a whole different level.

I just wanted to kill myself.