Roy Rogers

There was nothing wrong with this Roy Rogers as far as we could tell. It was clean and well kept, the staff was friendly, and the little food that we did get — chicken strips and a roast beef sandwich — were just fine and certainly comparable to other fast food places. The lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and pickles on the bar were fresh too.
I will probably be headed up that way again soon, so I’ll have to check it out again and get a full-​blown lunch and see how that works out for us. This time, we just needed a snack that would hold us over until we got to our real food destination.
And sure, it’s a little more expensive than other fast food places, as is everything else on the turnpike. You should always expect to pay a bit more when you stop at rest stops, on any highway in the country.

Always stop there because they have Douwe Egbert coffee. If you read these reviews it should shock no one that the last time I went, the coffee ran out, and the refilled the Douwe Egbert machine with FOLGER’S

Did not expect much basedon reviews and it being fast food. My expectations were exceeded dortunately. We arrived when chicken just got out of the fryer. Burger and fish sandwich were as expected which is not saying much. good for a quick bite on the way to Hersheyland

Fast food quality with small portions and restaurant pricing. This place is really horrible. 10 bucks for a burger fries and a drink and I’m still hungry.

thought i could stop at a roy rogers location on pa turnpike an not be served bad chicken strips.
chicken made me sick. hoping someone else saved some proof from sunday september 21 2014 about 10:30 am to 11: am .
if anyone else got sick on chicken strips. service was so slow was ready to complain about service but did not want spit on food. turns out i should have left. was foof poisoned. plane and simple. sold bad chicken, seemed wet. had on prescription sunglasses and looked ok, if i took off glasses would not have seen any better /​unless it was undercooked and pink, sunglasses off may have helped. oil not hot and chicken undercooked? spoiled before cooked? droped on floor? does not matter, result the same. 12 hours later as i got to hotel i almost passed out. to bad hotel. hilton express, did not call me a doctor or ambulance. told them food poisoned, did not even offer an ambulance call.
do not eat here.
i got violent ill.

Newly Remodeled restaurant and rest stop
Always enjoy a fresh double r bar burger and hot fries. Got exactly what I wanted.

Can’t give them zero stars but they deserve none. Slow service, really old onions lettuce and tomato in the fixings area. Worst fries ever had and a dry Burger! But unlimited diet coke! Maybe I found the star. If on the turnpike, there are two Roy Rogers at consecutive rest stops with a Burger King to the west and a Steak ‘n Shake to the east. If you have gas and can hold the bladder drive past the two Roy’s

Roy Rogers, a shell of its former self, is trying to make a comeback after its former brand owners, be they Marriott or Hardees, pulled a Frank Lorenzo on the chain and left it like an empty escargot. Still, the positive changes are visible. Gone, however, are the great salad bars and the superdelicious mega RBs. And most of all, not to their credit, is the reliance on Animal Fat in their French Fries and Chicken Tenders. Which almost makes eating at RR a practice run at a cardiac care unit. This nutritional transgression takes it down two stars.
This RR is in a busy Pennsylvania Turnpike rest stop, collocated with a Brioche store, a Sbarro, and a Starbucks. Besides the saturated fat, service is really good and friendly. It would be a perfect place to enjoy a quick and healthy lunch or dinner. Unfortunately that’s not the case.

When I lived in Northeast Philadelphia (Mayfair), I fondly remember when there was a Roy Rogers at the corner of the Roosevelt Blvd and Bustleton Ave. Sometime in the very early 1990’s I remember getting a kids meal (I don’t remember the food itself) there where the toy consisted of a plastic half-​ring that was supposed to be some worm monster or something, where one end was a ball and the other a grabbing cup, so that if you got more of these toys, you could connect them. It was promptly lost within a few days, as anyone, child or adult could sense this was a crappy concept for a toy. This location changed to a Hardees before I left and is now a Boston Market, since Roy Rogers basically withered away to the captive market of those on the tolled limited access roads of the Northeast US. There’s a reason.
My next experience at a Roy Rogers was at a rest stop outside Boston sometime around 1999. The food was subpar, dry and salty, but edible. A step or two down from KFC.
Most recently perhaps a couple years ago, a friend and I were on our way to Reading, and I was a bit famished, having not eaten that day. At this rest stop, is that a Roy Rogers I see? What a novelty! I haven’t had that in a long time!
I don’t think its difficult to supply a restaurant that is right off a major turnpike, but apparently they only do so about once a year, because that’s how it tasted.
This is not chicken. A level of mummification is evident in the flesh. This is not mashed potatoes. This is wheel bearing grease. You don’t have Dr. Pepper? You don’t have root beer? I have to pay for barbecue sauce and you don’t have honey mustard? What is this place? Had we been nuked some time between 476 and King of Prussia and I’ve just pulled into some desolate apocalyptic fallout shelter?
My day would not be ruined; we later ate elsewhere near Reading and it wound up to be an enjoyable sojourn which resulted in my purchase of a sweet black derby.
Perhaps I’m off-​base expecting fine dining at a truck stop. Nevertheless, do yourself a favor and get something at Wawa before you pass through the tolls, or are at the mercy of those retailers in service plazas selling Korean-​war vintage meal rations glazed in used motor oil.