This is just slightly off of the subject, but I once ate at the Phelan McDonald's.
Apparently, that's where the B-Team employees go to hone their skills before being allowed to work at the more impressive Micky D's on Highway 138 and I-15.
I waited 20 minutes for a simple hamburger. Not the Big Mac. Not fries. Not a milkshake. Just a simple slab of dead cow between two buns of mayonnaise, with a pickle slice added for looks.
That was twenty minutes of mingling with Phelanites while waiting for a little nutrition. It took hours of therapy to overcome the haunting images in my head. Even to this day, the banjo music still lingers.
On the other hand, the Phelan Burger King is fantastic. Fast, fresh and friendly. Try that Mocha Joe iced coffee sometime. Good to the last fatty drop.
(No, I don't work for Burger King)