I had a double decker burger at Fosters for lunch today. I like to call in my order by phone (lunch time can be the rush hour of hunger). I wanted to try the fried mushrooms but the gal who took the call fubbed my order. It wasn't like I had a craving for fried mushrooms, anyway, but when I got there, the gal who was about to ring up my order took a precautionary moment to ask me if I was the guy who called in an order for a fish burger. It turns they didn't fubar the burger and I accepted the side of zucchini despite wanting mushrooms.