McDonald's

Had Burgers. Excellent

Le service juste an anglais

This place is awful. I don't mean that in the commonplace way, but in the older sense of the word: magnificently terrible, evoking equal parts reverence and dread, like Attila the Hun or the Old Testament God. How to describe this blasted heath, this cathedral of filth, this monument to human error? What words could do justice to the frankly poisonous atmosphere within? I’ve been to many a McDonald’s throughout my life, and while the food is always bad, the restaurants themselves are paragons of cleanliness and efficiency. This one, though, is some kind of dark inversion of a McDonald’s, less “golden arches” and more “mould and starches.” It's not just the acrid reek of urine intermingling with the deep-fry oil, or the floors that stick to your shoes, or the shattered ruins of the ketchup dispensers, or the discarded fries strewn across the tiles like autumn leaves. No, the rot is deeper, more a matter of existential dread than mere revulsion. Your average Saturday night summons here a tableau vivant of human depravity, a modern-day Hogarth etching: delinquent teenagers, drug dealers, and drunken sots mingle indiscriminately with miserable families and unhappy couples. I saw a dead-eyed mother herding her crying child through a puddle of plum sauce; I saw a boy spit into the dregs of his cup and then upturn the result into the soda fountain drain. The man at the counter, a grinning moustachioed creature who seems known to many other reviewers, was so busy hitting on my girlfriend that he forgot half our order. Not that it mattered—everything from the chicken nuggets to the cheeseburger tasted like sawdust and ashes. Even the apple pie—the apple pie! A McDonald’s mainstay, universally identical in every country, that I’d thought impossible to botch!—was half-frozen. Even as I write this, I can feel that grim parody of a meal congealing in my stomach like a cannonball. It’s the sort of place which instantly annihilates a nice evening. The most resilient optimist would turn bleakly melancholic after a few minutes in these grease-streaked booths. Those Indian holy men who lie across hot coals would run screaming in terror. If you want to behold evil in its purest form, come cast your eyes upon this wretched edifice while you still can, because it’s not long for this world. If the city doesn’t shut it down for its various health code violations, then some higher power will, for crimes of an order we mortals could scarce comprehend. And when it’s gone, we should salt the earth, and inscribe it with the same warning to future generations we use for nuclear waste depositories: “No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here; nothing valued is here; what is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This place is not a place of honor.”

C’est sale, il y’avait plus de ketchup et une machine de boisson marchait pas

Staff is beyond rude I was missing a fry from my combo and then they argued with me for way too long about a medium fry I was trying to receive that I did pay for. … beyond dumb I didn’t even want to complain, but I went to go get ketchup for my fries and turned around and said that I had a fry missing, and they refuse to give it to me.. I complained to them for about 15 minutes before they actually gave me a fry that I had paid for originally…. McDonald’s in generally usually just gives you what that you say is missing this McDonald’s clearly doesn’t stand by the standards The manager Clearly doesn’t give any care for its clients