I’ve not been back to Whataburger since watching the burger flipper stick the spatula waaay down the backside of his pants to scratch his butt. That was about 10 years ago. About the same time, a gal at Sonic handed my order to me with black dirt under her nails. There’s more than one reason I don’t like eating out.
It’s rare I eat out for those reasons......far too many behind those counters we’d be surprised about. And never send your food back in a busy place...ever!