McDonald's

It's to the point that I don't wanna even go back. Constantly shutting down the drive-through, turning the mobile ordering off early. I took a screenshot of them shutting it down an hour early. I could understand 15 minutes or so. But an hour is way too much.

Took over 12 min to get my food dinning in.

Good food and good service.

In the golden glow of a languid afternoon, I found myself embroiled in a saga of absurdity and neglect at the very bastions of fast food—McDonald's. The stage was set for what should have been a seamless choreography of convenience and savings, thanks to their mobile app, which promised a delightful 30 percent discount, a boon for my large family. Yet, what unfolded was a farce so profound that it would have left even their jester mascot red-nosed in embarrassment. As I nestled into the designated spot, the minutes began to stretch into an eternity, thirty to be precise, with the anticipation hanging thick in the air. The eventual emergence of a staff member did little to assuage the mounting dismay, for they bore only a fraction of our order, a mere third. Our attempts to bridge the chasm of our unfulfilled order were met with nodding heads and shuffled feet, yet what followed was a repeat performance, a delivery that yet again missed its mark. The final act was as swift as it was shocking. With a haste that bordered on comedic, they hurled the last remnants of our order at us, as if to flee from the scene of their culinary crime, leaving no room for confirmation, no space for queries. As they vanished, we were left to reckon with the void of our incomplete feast, a tableau of missed items and dashed expectations. This debacle, under the arches that promise so much joy, was a comedy of errors that ended not with laughter, but with a bitter taste of disappointment and disbelief at the sheer incompetence displayed.

Quick food at a great price!