Pretty soon, the entire kitchen will be automated. Sally the salad robot, coming soon to a burger joint near you.
A McDonalds will have one kid in the back keeping all the machines fed, and a cop in the front making sure people don't wreck the place.
Except there won't be a sit-down place, just an armored slot in a concrete wall. The slot spits out eco-friendly hemp based dishes full of robot prepared McGruel(TM). Because no one has a fucking job, so no one can afford a salad.
The PhantomSally occupies about the same amount of space as a dorm room refrigerator, and uses 21 different ingredients—including romaine, kale, seared chicken breast, Parmesan, California walnuts, cherry tomatoes, and Kalamata olives—to craft more than a thousand types of salad in about 60 seconds, while the customer watches the process. The machine weighs in at 350 pounds, making it more appropriate for industrial settings than for home kitchens at the moment. "Sally will be going on a diet," said its creator, Deepak Sekar, 35, founder of Chowbotics Inc., looking into his and Sally's future.
The benefits of Sally are manifold, according to Sekar. "Sally is the next generation of salad restaurant," he claims, comparing it to chains such as Chopt and Fresh & Co. For one thing, a robot can make salad faster than a human can. Also, you will know precisely how many calories your salad is delivering; there won't be the problem of consuming one piled high with garnishes that turn out to be more fattening than a burger. And it's more hygienic to have a machine prepare your salad than to have multiple people working on a line—or worse still, a serve-yourself salad bar.
Sally does require a human set of hands to prep the ingredients that go into its canisters, which are then installed in the robot. (Sekar called the process of chopping ingredients in the machine "too complicated right now," although it's something he promises for the future; he offered an analogy: "It's like paper getting stuck in a printer; it shuts down the process.")
A McDonalds will have one kid in the back keeping all the machines fed, and a cop in the front making sure people don't wreck the place.
Except there won't be a sit-down place, just an armored slot in a concrete wall. The slot spits out eco-friendly hemp based dishes full of robot prepared McGruel(TM). Because no one has a fucking job, so no one can afford a salad.
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