So my friend Jeremy ordered fast food recently in the Netherlands. Nevermind the sandwich/burger/hot dog thing he ordered, he said it was a letdown; instead of fries, potato chips or a full serving of onion rings, he got this. Spring rolls? Now America has its flaws and sure, we impose our culture upon others but I think we got sides down to an art. This restaurant needs to send its owner to Austin…when the CV-19 jazz dies down to safe levels of course…be an intern at a Sonic for a couple weeks, then return and give Jeremy a do-over. I’m not even gonna’ discuss what the red gunk in the container is. Based upon what I can see, it’s probably their funky ketchup/catsup or worse, cocktail sauce which is for fried shrimp. What should I expect from a continent of people who iron their jeans.