Where Did the Pickles and Onions Go

I enjoy your roast beef sliced wafer-thin. Pile it high on a seeded bun whenever I am in. Combine it with a drink and some curly fries. I get a good fast food meal with no surprise. For years, I considered your restaurants swell. Whenever I left, I rang your bell. There was plenty of horsey and honey mustard sauce. Your place was number one, the ultimate boss. Where did your pickles and onions go? I miss those things. I would like to know.