Bring Back the Nuggets, Burger King. I’m Still in Mourning.

 

Little Bootleg McDonald’s Knockoffs!

Let’s talk about trauma. Not the kind you get from relationships or taxes—but the kind you get from Burger King removing the one thing that brought you joy: Crown and Lightning Nuggets.

If you just felt a wave of nostalgia mixed with blind rage, you’re my people.

These weren’t just chicken nuggets. They were royalty. They were lightning in nugget form—literally. Perfectly crispy, seasoned with whatever flavor magic Burger King had no right keeping to themselves, and shaped like tiny emblems of happiness. I could inhale two or three orders without blinking. Don’t judge me—you would’ve too if you had taste buds and a soul.

One day, I pulled up like always, prepared to place my usual order and cruise off into fast food bliss. But instead of my nuggets, I got heartbreak. The cashier hit me with the news like it was no big deal: “We don’t have those anymore.”

Excuse me, what?

Did they think I wouldn’t notice? Like I wouldn’t grieve? Like I wouldn’t carry this rage in my soul forever?

Now I’m stuck side-eying chicken fries every time I eat at Burger King. They’re fine, I guess, but they’ll never be crown-shaped. They’ll never light up my life like the lightning nuggets did. And don’t even talk to me about their new nuggets—little bootleg McDonald’s knockoffs. Sure, they taste better than McDonald’s (barely), but where’s the fun? Where’s the flare?

And don’t tell me it’s about “costs.” I’m so tired of brands yanking everything good off the menu like we won’t notice. We do notice, Janet. And we’re bitter. We don’t need fifty new sauces or some limited edition item no one asked for—we need the classics. The things that worked. The things that made us feel something other than betrayed.

This isn’t just about nuggets. This is about the slippery slope of fast food heartbreak. You love something, it gets discontinued, and you’re left pretending new menu items are “just as good.” They’re not. It’s giving emotional rebound.

I’d start a petition. I’d sign it with three emails. I’d show up to BK headquarters with a custom crown and protest sign if I thought it would make a difference. I’d even barter with my dignity. But I’m not trading my kids’ toys—they’re not that good.

So here I am. Mourning a golden age of nuggets. Still waiting. Still hoping. Still side-eying the menu like an ex who downgraded and doesn’t even know it.

If anyone from Burger King is reading this: Bring them back. Do the right thing. We’re tired of pretending your current nuggets are good enough. They're not.

Signed, A brokenhearted customer who just wanted her chicken royalty back.

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