Arches

"This burger is terrible."
He held the offending item in his hand. It had one bite out of it and looked absolutely nothing like the giant picture above the counter.
"What's the matter with it?"
The man looked at the burger in his hand and then at the picture.
"The appearance for starters."
"There's nothing wrong with it."
"There's everything wrong with the taste."
"What about the taste?"
"There is none."
"What do you expect?"
The man was shocked.
"Everything we sell is shit. It's all mass-produced crap and they pay us slave trade wages to sell the bloody stuff."
The man placed the burger on the counter and walked away. The picture of the clown by the door smirked at him as he left.