McDonald’s

I love McDonald’s. Honestly I do. Although I’m 20, I’m still excited when I get a happy meal with the toy. When I moved to Salford Quays, I was delighted to see that 5 minutes away, we’ve got a McD’s. I was making plans: Right, getting drunk on Friday night, coming home, and going to the drive thru section to order my cheeseburgers and my greasy chips. Things went a bit different. I mean, the drive thru is cool. You can actually walk thru without pretending that you have a car. They will treat you like a normal customer and you’ll get your food. I don’t like their customer service though. I don’t enjoy sitting there and eating. I feel like they’re staring at me and they want me to go away. The spot is also really bad for the restaurant. I saw some rats around the other night and that made me turn around. Well, I know rats are everywhere in Britain, but it’s not something you want to see around the restaurant you’re about to buy food from. I will probably go there again, when I’m really lazy to cook, and no one else delivers food in my area.