McDonald’s

It’s fast food Sausage Egg McMuffin& Coffee hot and kills the hunger Pang! Kuddoos on the place being kept clean!

The REST ROOM is very nasty, they don’t have a hot water to wash hand, the SINK was very nasty too. the whole rest room smell stinks…
Health Department please come visit this Mcdonald.
next time i stop by, i make sure to take some picture of it and post it.

All the food we got was fine by McDonald’s standards, but the service was terrible. We were the only car in the drive-​thru around 11pm, but the wait was one of the longest I have ever had a McDonald’s. I would hate to see what it’s like when they’re busy.

Big rig, RV, and trailer parking — Clean bathrooms

If I could give zero stars, this McD’s would get my first one.
Stopped here to hit the drive thru because we were in a hurry, and drive thrus are supposed to be fast, right? Pulled up to the speaker to hear «we’re only taking cash right now, can I take your order?» So I had to inventory the available cash and settle for a few dollar-​menu selections instead of the things I intended to order us.
First window: pay. Second window: wait. A few minutes. Out comes one happy meal for one kid. Of course I can’t do anything with it since the other kid will get upset. Wait some more. And more. Did I mention we are in a hurry? Finally the girl pokes her blondeness out the window and says «pull up to the stop sign and I’ll bring your food out to you.» Okay. Fine.
Stop sign: wait. Cars are piling up behind us. I’m tapping my toes and watching the mirror, waiting for the food. Here she comes. To the car behind us? Umm, okay. We’re still in a hurry here…
Five minutes later, the food coming out is to the NEXT car behind us. I call out the window, «Excuse me, I need our food. Quickly, please?» The girl shrugs and says «it’s not MY fault,» and goes back inside. REALLY? That’s what I get?
I finally walk inside and ask one of the eighteen adolescent girls behind the counter for a manager. A slightly more post-​adolescent girl with purple, pink, and yellow hair comes over. I say «we’ve been waiting at the stop sign for our food for quite awhile now and we’re in a hurry.» She points to the girl behind her with bags of food and says «Is that your order?» I get the receipt and confirm that yes, this is our food about to come out to us. Miss Manager lets me know that it was my ONE DOLLAR chicken sandwich that I DIDN’T really want had held up the order.
Fine. I leave with the food. At least it’s hot. The kids are eating it. I bite into my sandwich. Huh. Two bites later, I’m done. Don’t really want the black-​pepper-​chicken-​special. Can’t taste the chicken, so why bother?
The next morning, I almost puked. I admit, that probably could have come from eating at just any McDonalds. But not just any McDonald’s would make you pay for it in cash.