Lunch has chosen you.
One Inu. Two buns. No unattended basket remains safe for long.
He guards the crunch by becoming part of the order.
Dear shift crew, Burger Inu arrived before opening and inspected every lettuce fold, sesame seed, and crunchy corner. He approved the warm basket, rejected the paper hat, and occupied the lunch special before anyone could ring it up. Keep one clean napkin ready at the register; sauce on the paws is considered a preventable management problem.
$BURGINU, stamped on every imaginary receipt and whispered whenever the fryer suddenly goes quiet.
Burger Inu, although he answers faster to a paper basket opening nearby.
Golden sesame roof, soft toasted floor, and no vacancy between either half.
Seven chicken pieces minimum; one extra piece remains under direct paw supervision.
Lettuce stays crisp, onions stay tucked, and pickles require a formal sniff.
Guard the basket, audit every crumb, then nap where the order should be.
Waits beside the basket until one crumb crosses the agreed boundary.
Occupies the entire sandwich and calls it quality control.
Burger Inu
Lunch is covered. Guard your basket.