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Purple On Three
Went through the drive-thru this afternoon to get coffee for my hairdresser and for myself. The young man at the second window said he was brewing fresh regular coffee and fresh decaf asked me to pull up to number 3 and wait. I gladly did that! And I thanked him for making it fresh without me even asking. I would rather wait for fresh coffee then gag down a cup of old stuff. This McDonald’s is awesome with service this way. They always do this! And they smile and are very kind! Thank you. Great restaurant and great staff!
… moreNoneya Bidnezz
Better than the new Panera in town! [Better coffee and drink choices as well as better prices. And, way better than the Perkins Road location by far.]
… moreJacob Scalise (Cygnu5)
Went in for a sausage egg mcmuffin meal with bacon on it. Left the store and opened my meal and took the first bite to realize they forgot the sausage patty!… How is this even possible??? A sausage egg mcmuffin… and they forgot the sausage… Went back to the store and they corrected it… but how is this even possible? Does the sausage not go on first? Who is watching or training these employees?
… moreJordan Correll
Ordered through the app to make sure my order was ready when I got there. Got there about 10 minutes after I ordered. Stood in the store for another 10. Got my order. My iced tea lemonade was almost all ice and lemonade. Could not see or taste any iced tea. Fries were cold and soggy and my Mac chickens were a mess just lettuce and mayonnaise all over the wrapper.
… moreRoyce Wong
I ordered a sweet tea and there was a bug in my drink. I returned to exchange for another and honestly the guy made it feel like I put the bug in there for a monopoly piece on the cup but he put some sort of syrup or sticky stuff on my 2nd drink and I had to run to the restroom to wash my hands because the hand sanitizers stations was not filled up. So I asked for another drink as I tried wiping the cup and it was still sticky. Dude definitely gave me an uncomfortable experience with his mannerisms. And when I went to drink my sweet tea, it was unsweetened tea. I did not go back and remedy this situation and drove to the McDonald’s by the exit instead. I still gave them 4 stars because they usually are amazing. Just today was an exception with that senior male.
… moreSplatninja
The mcgriddle was okay I guess. All it tastes like is syrup. Waited a solid twenty minutes in the parking lot after checking in, while it wasn’t busy before we had to just go in and deliver our food to our car ourselves. Got the steak egg and cheese biscuit. It came with onions, cheese, a broken up ground beef patty, no eggs, and rock hard biscuit, almost like someone stomped on it and then threw it in a microwave. Never again. My dog liked the biscuit though, after I picked out the onions.
… moreJason Patrick Voegele
Naturally grey and brown irregular ground beef disks casually balanced on a baked leaven cake, speckled with sesame bun seeds and a hot squirt of loose yellow mustard. Pickles if you want em’ or not, and a half handful of reconstituted onions. Flick a square of processed American cheese on there and you have the no-nonsensical archetypal cheeseburger made famous by the family friendly multinational corporate megalith you’ve all been indoctrinated to love. It’s a shame there’s no time to get into the weeds of McDonald’s lore but this is supposed to be a fast-food restaurant after all. My last visit to this favored purveyor of Scottish American cuisine took place days after Thanksgiving in Clarion, PA 2024 on a drive back to NYC from out midwest. Clarion is a small-town turnpike turnoff filled with your usual suspects of franchised gas stations and fast-food joints eagerly preparing every morning for the constant daily flow of weary travelers seeking caffeination and a reasonably sanitary place to urinate or just a quick break from a long day on Interstate 80.
Although every building within eyesore of Clarion has one, the American flag aggressively waving above the McDonald’s drive through parking lot is by far the largest of all and visible from two towns over. In the cross shadows of the golden arches and shimmering stars and stripes, I stood silently for a moment to take in all the quintessential Americana. Inside the double door entrance, the place was packed and there was a line for the Mctoilet. As a simple analog man lost in a digital world, I hesitated to interact with the AI powered ordering kiosk. Finally scrolling through a menu of infinite choices, I punched in the code for a tall black coffee. My receipt said 656 and the call number above the kitchen said 233 so i thought I’d sit down for the wait and do a little people watching. The staff behind the counter were a lean skeleton crew of high-school girls and divorced middle-aged moms. Neither of whom appeared all too delighted to have made the particular life choices that resulted in a faded Mickey D’s uniform and a Sunday afternoon lunch shift. Gone are the days of smiling faced, “Can I take your order please”. Gone are the days of super-size fries and a bit of sass from a regular neighborhood face behind the counter. We have become an automated nation with no patience and somehow everyone here seems fine with that. We may all crave the human touch, but I bet we’d all shake hands on the understanding that it’s just not viable or financially profitable. In the wise and immortal words of 1980’s musical poet J. Biafra, “Give me convenience, or give me death”.
Behind me sat an elderly man with his daughter, or daughter in law who, after a 20-minute wait for a strawberry milkshake and an eight-piece chicken McNugget meal had grown increasingly tested in their incredible forbearance. Several centuries ago, the old man could have passed as a holy Roman inquisitor or a surly classical opera critic. His immediate appearance gave me the impression that I was in the presence of Gargamel from the Smurfs, if he were to have undergone chemotherapy and then went on to live another one hundred and twenty years. Formed upon the bald spot atop his head, between the ragged front tuft and mullet length side hairs were various warts and boils. Pustules in various conditions ranging from unusually colored blue to popped and seeping from underneath tiny dime store band aids. I could look no longer and turned away my eyes to search for anyone else of note to report.
As the ornery packed crowd quickly grew to both seated and standing capacity during my visit, there were no other notable or comically outstanding lookers in the bunch. I was becoming impatient for my coffee and after another 15 minutes of waiting, I ultimately left the establishment unsatisfied and un-caffeinated with a $3.45 hole in my wallet.
… moreAlthough every building within eyesore of Clarion has one, the American flag aggressively waving above the McDonald’s drive through parking lot is by far the largest of all and visible from two towns over. In the cross shadows of the golden arches and shimmering stars and stripes, I stood silently for a moment to take in all the quintessential Americana. Inside the double door entrance, the place was packed and there was a line for the Mctoilet. As a simple analog man lost in a digital world, I hesitated to interact with the AI powered ordering kiosk. Finally scrolling through a menu of infinite choices, I punched in the code for a tall black coffee. My receipt said 656 and the call number above the kitchen said 233 so i thought I’d sit down for the wait and do a little people watching. The staff behind the counter were a lean skeleton crew of high-school girls and divorced middle-aged moms. Neither of whom appeared all too delighted to have made the particular life choices that resulted in a faded Mickey D’s uniform and a Sunday afternoon lunch shift. Gone are the days of smiling faced, “Can I take your order please”. Gone are the days of super-size fries and a bit of sass from a regular neighborhood face behind the counter. We have become an automated nation with no patience and somehow everyone here seems fine with that. We may all crave the human touch, but I bet we’d all shake hands on the understanding that it’s just not viable or financially profitable. In the wise and immortal words of 1980’s musical poet J. Biafra, “Give me convenience, or give me death”.
Behind me sat an elderly man with his daughter, or daughter in law who, after a 20-minute wait for a strawberry milkshake and an eight-piece chicken McNugget meal had grown increasingly tested in their incredible forbearance. Several centuries ago, the old man could have passed as a holy Roman inquisitor or a surly classical opera critic. His immediate appearance gave me the impression that I was in the presence of Gargamel from the Smurfs, if he were to have undergone chemotherapy and then went on to live another one hundred and twenty years. Formed upon the bald spot atop his head, between the ragged front tuft and mullet length side hairs were various warts and boils. Pustules in various conditions ranging from unusually colored blue to popped and seeping from underneath tiny dime store band aids. I could look no longer and turned away my eyes to search for anyone else of note to report.
As the ornery packed crowd quickly grew to both seated and standing capacity during my visit, there were no other notable or comically outstanding lookers in the bunch. I was becoming impatient for my coffee and after another 15 minutes of waiting, I ultimately left the establishment unsatisfied and un-caffeinated with a $3.45 hole in my wallet.
Timothy Jackson
Food was soo good I ate it soo fast. Also the staff was professional friendly and helpful
… moreCherie Hollis
This was the worst fast-food we’ve ever had. The fries were still partially frozen and soaked in grease, the burger was so dry it was hard. The quality at this location has been going down hill, and this trip assures that we will never stop here again.
… moreRya Stanford
MY BACON BURGER CAME WITH ALL THE WRONG THINGS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BURGER, BACON, AND BUN AND THIS IS WHAT I END UP WITH. THIA IS WHY WENDYS HAD 13 CARS IN THEIR DRIVE THROUGH LINE AND THEY ONLY HAD 2. RIGHT NOW… I AM NOT LOVIN IT
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