McDonald’s

A bad McDonald’s, yes. But still not absolutely terrible. Service was quick and accurate. The bathroom and the tables/​chairs were an acceptable level of clean. Probably won’t be back since there’s so many other great options in Decatur.

I just got McMonied at at McDonald’s: while ordering I asked if there where specials for that day. The attendant speed through the menu without prices or any reference to which was which. Then I must have done the wrong thing; I her to repeat the response (politely). In response I received, two octaves higher in voice tone with a snap, I said dah, dah, dah. I understood the young lady at this point. Her punctuation of her words was perfect. Then I made another mistake; I said that my request to repeat was not intended as a retort, so she should not be angered. I learned that I should never say that. More high levels and loud volume talk came my way. Now, where does the McMonied come in? I received my order with two drinks (I only wanted one) two fries (I only wanted one). So, now I will know that if I order a meal and ask for a large fry, to cancel the meals fry, etc. I have been «McMonied». Store #: 7036 Merc #: 54 024 002. Seq:209 808. On 5 June 2015 at 13:07.
PS: There was no cheese, and my drinks where both regular, not diet. This McDonald’s is still the worst hat I have ever done business with. Is there a grade below one?

I really wanted my first Unilocal review to be of a fast food chain establishment. Just because. So here it goes.
Let me set the stage: it’s 10:30PM, on a Thursday night, and I’ve spent the last few hours trying to convince myself that I’m not hungry enough for dinner. But at this very moment, I’ve finally snapped. Inconveniently, every place around me that offers a quick bite is now closed. So, I turn to the friend that is always there (or so I thought), McDonald’s.
I pull up to the drive-​thru window and place my normal order (Sweet Chili Chicken McWrap + large fry). In my desperate hunger, I also throw in the Artisan Chicken sandwich that is taunting me from the menu. There is some trouble relaying the order, but I think nothing else of it.
I pull forward to the pickup window (there are no other cars in line at this hour), and proceed to wait 5 minutes. Finally, the gentleman who took my order, who appears to be very high, comes to the window and tries to give me the wrong order (someone had pulled up behind me at this point). I send it back. Another 10 minutes pass by, and finally what appears to be a manager gives me my order. I’m a relatively patient guy, but waiting 15 minutes in McDonald’s drive-​thru is a little much I think. Anyways, I start eating my fries and begin the quick journey home, thinking that my trying times had passed.
When I got home, what awaited me in that McDonald’s bag was the most bizarre order I’d ever seen in my life. At first, I popped open the premium sandwich box where the Artisan Chicken Sandwich was supposed to reside, and found two chicken breasts. That’s it. No bun. No lettuce. No tomato. Just two chicken breasts. Which is one more than you’re supposed to receive. I wondered who put this together and thought they were doing a good job. I mean, I appreciate McDonald’s trying to watch out for my figure, but this isn’t the time.
I reach further into the bag, and find some sort of weird-​looking cookie that I neither wanted nor ordered. I throw that to the side.
Finally I found the McWrap, quickly ripping open the box only to find that it was wrapped in the stalest tortilla that I have ever felt.
Questioning the integrity of the entire meal at this point, I threw everything away, stormed off to bed, and buried my head in my pillows, just a touch less hangry than I was before this entire ordeal. Thanks a lot for nothing, Commerce Dr. McDonald’s.