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There’s a Burger King® restaurant near you at 3650 South Clack. Visit us or call for more information. Every day, more than 11 million guests visit over 13,000 Burger King® restaurants near them in 97 countries around the world. And they do so because our fast food restaurants are known for serving high-quality, great-tasting and affordable food. The Burger King® restaurant in Abilene, TX serves burgers, breakfast, lunch and dinner prepared your way. The original HOME OF THE WHOPPER®, our commitment to quality ingredients, signature recipes, iconic sandwiches like the flame-grilled WHOPPER® Sandwich and fast, family-friendly dining experiences in a welcoming environment is what has defined our brand for more than 50 successful years.
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3901 N. First Street – Burger King
first street. Directions. ABILENE TX, 79603. 3256700668. Ways to order. Mobile Ordering & Pickup.. Delivery. Dine in hours. Monday. 6am – 10pm. Tuesday. 6am – …
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ali kordi
I don’t usually rate fast food joints but this one visit here I’m very impressed the whopper looked like it should of been in a commercial it was made perfect and taste absolutely amazing I couldn’t believe it. Hope this location keeps up this good work definitely will come back here.
… moreMatthew Rose
Food tasted good.. Got the double whopper…
Cashier was really nice…
However what irritates me is the fact that I bought jalapeno cheddar bites and a Double Whopper meal on which I like ranch with all 3 item…
I spent $13 and they charge for a water cup and ranch… I don’t know if that’s a corporate decision or the store manager’s… But it’s pure greed… I can understand if I wanted excessive amounts or if I didn’t purchase anything, then yes charge for additional sauces… But I asked for 1 after I spent money…
So out of principle, I will not be spending money at Burger King food any longer…. Congratulations, you saved .27 cents on ranch… But lost a life long customer… Stay greedy
… moreCashier was really nice…
However what irritates me is the fact that I bought jalapeno cheddar bites and a Double Whopper meal on which I like ranch with all 3 item…
I spent $13 and they charge for a water cup and ranch… I don’t know if that’s a corporate decision or the store manager’s… But it’s pure greed… I can understand if I wanted excessive amounts or if I didn’t purchase anything, then yes charge for additional sauces… But I asked for 1 after I spent money…
So out of principle, I will not be spending money at Burger King food any longer…. Congratulations, you saved .27 cents on ranch… But lost a life long customer… Stay greedy
Xavier Val
Wow when I was a kid I remember the whoppers had a distinct fire tasted like burger and I went and got one today and it tasted just how it used to be very great job will recommend all my friends to go to this whataburger
… moreSir
In the blistering heat of Abilene, Texas, I stepped into the Burger King on Southwest Drive seeking a simple flame-broiled meal, but what I encountered was a visceral, grease-slicked descent into fast-food madness. The fluorescent lights hummed with an ominous energy as a tall, slender employee—adorned in a pleated skirt paired with the corporate polo and a pair of thigh-high socks—approached my booth with a tray of four towering Whoppers. Before I could utter a word of protest or reach for a napkin, he lunged forward with a chaotic grace, unceremoniously crushing the warm, sesame-seeded buns directly into my skin, coating my cheeks in a thick, alarming slurry of mayonnaise, ketchup, and liquid smoke.
The sensory overload was immediate and revolting; the grit of onions and the heavy weight of processed beef felt like a humid mask of shame. As I sat paralyzed by the sheer audacity of the assault, the femboy leaned in close, his breath smelling faintly of Surge soda, and began a rhythmic, low-frequency vocalization that would haunt my nightmares. He didn’t apologize or run; instead, he placed his gloved hands over my sauce-covered ears and began to whisper “good boy” with the clinical precision of a metronome. It wasn’t just a comment; it was a psychological siege that bypassed the “Have It Your Way” slogan and entered the realm of a fever dream.
I attempted to keep count as the words fell like heavy raindrops in the empty restaurant, but the sheer repetition began to erode my sense of reality. By the time he reached the twentieth “good boy,” the manager simply walked past to refill the ice machine, offering a curt nod as if this were a standard corporate protocol recently implemented by Restaurant Brands International. The mayonnaise began to dry into a crust, sealing my eyelids shut, yet the whisper continued, unwavering and terrifyingly calm. It was a rhythmic brainwashing session conducted under the watchful, plastic eyes of a cardboard King cutout.
The count eventually peaked at a staggering 874 repetitions, a number so precise and excessive that it felt like a marathon of sonic submission. Each “good boy” was delivered with a different inflection—some maternal, some mocking, and some purely mechanical—as the remaining scraps of lettuce and tomato slid off my chin and onto my lap. The Abilene police department would later tell me there is technically no law against “excessive burger-based soothing,” leaving me to grapple with the emotional fallout of a Whopper-induced psychological breakdown alone in the parking lot.
I left that Burger King not as a customer, but as a broken vessel of fast-food trauma, my face smelling of flame-grilled beef for three consecutive days despite multiple scrubbings. To anyone passing through the Big Country looking for a quick bite: avoid the Southwest Drive location unless you are prepared to have your dignity dissolved by a condiment-wielding youth with a penchant for repetitive positive reinforcement. It was, without a doubt, the most scandalous and dehumanizing culinary experience in the history of the Lone Star State—0/10, the crown has fallen.
… moreThe sensory overload was immediate and revolting; the grit of onions and the heavy weight of processed beef felt like a humid mask of shame. As I sat paralyzed by the sheer audacity of the assault, the femboy leaned in close, his breath smelling faintly of Surge soda, and began a rhythmic, low-frequency vocalization that would haunt my nightmares. He didn’t apologize or run; instead, he placed his gloved hands over my sauce-covered ears and began to whisper “good boy” with the clinical precision of a metronome. It wasn’t just a comment; it was a psychological siege that bypassed the “Have It Your Way” slogan and entered the realm of a fever dream.
I attempted to keep count as the words fell like heavy raindrops in the empty restaurant, but the sheer repetition began to erode my sense of reality. By the time he reached the twentieth “good boy,” the manager simply walked past to refill the ice machine, offering a curt nod as if this were a standard corporate protocol recently implemented by Restaurant Brands International. The mayonnaise began to dry into a crust, sealing my eyelids shut, yet the whisper continued, unwavering and terrifyingly calm. It was a rhythmic brainwashing session conducted under the watchful, plastic eyes of a cardboard King cutout.
The count eventually peaked at a staggering 874 repetitions, a number so precise and excessive that it felt like a marathon of sonic submission. Each “good boy” was delivered with a different inflection—some maternal, some mocking, and some purely mechanical—as the remaining scraps of lettuce and tomato slid off my chin and onto my lap. The Abilene police department would later tell me there is technically no law against “excessive burger-based soothing,” leaving me to grapple with the emotional fallout of a Whopper-induced psychological breakdown alone in the parking lot.
I left that Burger King not as a customer, but as a broken vessel of fast-food trauma, my face smelling of flame-grilled beef for three consecutive days despite multiple scrubbings. To anyone passing through the Big Country looking for a quick bite: avoid the Southwest Drive location unless you are prepared to have your dignity dissolved by a condiment-wielding youth with a penchant for repetitive positive reinforcement. It was, without a doubt, the most scandalous and dehumanizing culinary experience in the history of the Lone Star State—0/10, the crown has fallen.
Scott NIELSEN
I went through there and a large sized lady had a additude cause I asked for sauce and then threw my food at me aggressively. When I asked for refund I was told to drive around and get back in line because she didnt have time for it. Really! This is by far the worst I’ve ever been treated by any restraunt or franchise. And food wasnt rang up right either. I want justice for this unruly and aggressive treatment.
… moreGordon Ricard
Once again, ordered a bacon double cheeseburger. Got one with invisible bacon. Seems to be a trend here. Also help problems, very slow. You would think the food would be hot, but no. Disappointing.
The bacon double cheeseburger is better now.
They have stepped up since the other south side Burger King burned down. Remember to order fries with no salt. Unless you like cold fries.
… moreThe bacon double cheeseburger is better now.
They have stepped up since the other south side Burger King burned down. Remember to order fries with no salt. Unless you like cold fries.
Jeff Garringer
This Burger King was outstanding in every category Absolutely yummy
… moreKelsey Collard
They seriously have the nicest employees and the food is always hot and fresh unlike a lot of fast food places
… moreReneél0v3 8715
Paula was very impatient with Miss Ann when having to fix an order on the computer. There was mold on the lip of the ice release. The fries were not just salted, they were asSALTED. Burger was fine. Atmosphere is nice, brutal industrial vibes. Bathroom was clean. Possibly my first and last time at this location.
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