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Classic, long-running fast-food chain known for its burgers & fries.
Hours
| Monday | 4 AM–11 PM |
| Tuesday | 4 AM–11 PM |
| Wednesday | 4 AM–11 PM |
| Thursday | 4 AM–11 PM |
| Friday | 4 AM–12 AM |
| Saturday | 4 AM–12 AM |
| Sunday | 5 AM–11 PM |
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Reviews
The warning signs were there the moment I stepped inside. The air felt heavy, sticky, and unusually warm, like the inside of a microwave right after it finishes heating something. I thought maybe the AC was out. Then I looked toward the back and realized the source: the giant walk-in fridge door was wide open, blasting cold fog into the room like a broken ice machine on steroids. And nobody not a single employee thought to close it.
Inside the fridge, I could clearly see boxes of food sitting out in the open, slowly defrosting under the warm restaurant air. It looked like the ingredients were melting into a sad puddle of future stomachaches. Employees kept walking by it like it was part of the décor. One even used the open fridge door to lean on while checking their phone. That should’ve been enough to make me leave right there, but unfortunately, things got much worse.
As I stood waiting for my order, the atmosphere shifted. First there was a strange clicking sound from the kitchen sharp, metallic, almost like something winding up. Then came a hiss. Then silence.
Then the stove exploded.
I’m not exaggerating. A blast of fire shot upward like someone launched a flamethrower inside the kitchen. The boom echoed through the restaurant, and a wave of heat rushed outward so suddenly that customers physically jumped back. Thick, black smoke poured upward, spreading through the air with shocking speed.
People screamed. Someone yelled “What was THAT?!” A mom grabbed her kids and ran for the exit. A teenager dropped his fries and sprinted like he was escaping a monster in a horror movie. And the employees? They didn’t even look surprised. One of them shouted, “It blew again!” like this was just another Wednesday.
Instead of evacuating the building, the workers started waving smoke away with trays like they were trying to swat away a fly. The manager opened a tiny window as if that alone would fix the flaming, smoke-filled disaster happening behind him. No announcements, no apologies, no warnings just pure, unorganized chaos.
All the while, the fridge door was still wide open, the food inside slowly going bad while the kitchen burned. The entire restaurant felt like it was collapsing into madness one problem at a time.
I didn’t wait for my food. I didn’t ask for a refund. I left because I genuinely felt unsafe staying inside any longer. Between the exploding stove, the spoiled ingredients, and the complete lack of leadership, this place should be shut down until it remembers what safety is.
McDonald’s is like a toxic ex. I keep coming back. but I won’t be returning. Ever. again, Employees names Sophie, Tyler, John, Ben, Tyrell.