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| Monday | 6:30 AM–11 PM |
| Tuesday | 6:30 AM–11 PM |
| Wednesday | 6:30 AM–11 PM |
| Thursday | 6:30 AM–11 PM |
| Friday | 6:30 AM–11:30 PM |
| Saturday | 6:30 AM–11:30 PM |
| Sunday | 8 AM–10 PM |
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Kevin Ramos
This particular store puts WAY too much salt on their food. Their chicken nuggets are BLACK probably because they don’t clean their dirty fryers.
We used to live on the other side of town, and the Wendy’s there is MUCH better. I recommend going there instead.
… moreWe used to live on the other side of town, and the Wendy’s there is MUCH better. I recommend going there instead.
ShakespeareHorstmann
Oh, how my heart swells with unadulterated affection for the illustrious establishment known far and wide as Wendy’s! Verily, the visual splendor of their offerings is akin to a feast that even the gods would envy, and the sumptuousness of each delectable morsel is positively transcendent! And let us not even dare to broach the topic of fiscal implications, for they are so remarkably reasonable that one might suspect the existence of a culinary wizard behind the scenes! Pray tell, how could I possibly restrain my adulation? On one glorious occasion, I procured a delightful assemblage of their celebrated nugget party pack, and lo and behold, they arrived at my doorstep, still radiating heat as though freshly conjured from the fiery depths of a fryer! The texture bore a delightful roughness and a satisfying crunch, yielding to the tender moistness within, each bite a symphony of spices and flavors bursting forth with exuberance. I cannot recommend this paradise of poultry highly enough! My numerous visits to this establishment have consistently been greeted with delightful exchanges, leaving my spirits aloft and my palate pleased. Indeed, were one to draw comparisons with the alternative location in the illustrious Rexburg, I would undoubtedly choose this haven of customer service where smiles abound and kindness reigns supreme!
… moreCarter Keeler
All we ordered was fries and frosty. Frosty wasn’t even full and the fries were cold. When we asked for new fries they said yes then proceeded to take 30 minutes to give to us. While giving fresh fries to others who ordered after we asked again.
This location is not worth it.
… moreThis location is not worth it.
Carter Roundy
There are few feelings in this life as humbling as standing at the counter of a Wendy’s, staring into the fluorescent abyss, believing in a free Frosty that never truly existed.
The evening began with hope. The kind of hope that only the promise of a free Frosty can bring. The app had whispered sweet nothings into my notifications: “Free Frosty.” Two simple words. A beacon. A calling. I walked into Wendy’s like a pioneer arriving at the Promised Land — hungry, optimistic, and slightly overconfident.
The air smelled of fries and shattered dreams.
We approached the counter with the confidence of people who had read the fine print (we had not read the fine print). I presented my phone like a victorious knight offering proof of conquest. The employee glanced at it. Tapped. Paused. Tapped again. And then came the words that still echo in my soul:
“That’s not eligible.”
Not eligible? Not eligible?? The app had seduced me with its icy promises, only to betray me in my hour of need. I stood there, Frosty-less, staring into the void where chocolatey goodness should have been.
But the tragedy did not end there.
My friends, innocent and unsuspecting, ordered Biggie Bags. Simple. Affordable. Reliable. Or so we thought. Somehow, through forces beyond mortal comprehension, they were charged two extra dollars each. Two dollars! In this economy! The confusion at the counter was thick enough to spread on a bun. There were receipts examined. Eyebrows furrowed. Time slowed.
And then… the nugget incident.
One of us lifted a chicken nugget toward the light — perhaps instinctively, perhaps guided by fate. That was when it was seen. A gray thing. Not golden brown. Not crispy. Gray. A color that does not belong in the sacred realm of fried poultry. It clung to the nugget like a tiny omen.
Was it seasoning? Was it a shadow? Was it a message from another dimension? We may never know.
By the end of the night, we sat in the parking lot reflecting on what had transpired. No free Frosty. Extra charges. A nugget that had seen things. The Wendy’s sign glowed red in the darkness, as if aware of the chaos it had overseen.
Would I return? Perhaps. Like all tragic heroes, I am drawn to the scene of my downfall. But next time, I will enter with caution. And I will screenshot everything.
⭐️⭐️ (Two stars. One for the fries. One for the character development.)
… moreThe evening began with hope. The kind of hope that only the promise of a free Frosty can bring. The app had whispered sweet nothings into my notifications: “Free Frosty.” Two simple words. A beacon. A calling. I walked into Wendy’s like a pioneer arriving at the Promised Land — hungry, optimistic, and slightly overconfident.
The air smelled of fries and shattered dreams.
We approached the counter with the confidence of people who had read the fine print (we had not read the fine print). I presented my phone like a victorious knight offering proof of conquest. The employee glanced at it. Tapped. Paused. Tapped again. And then came the words that still echo in my soul:
“That’s not eligible.”
Not eligible? Not eligible?? The app had seduced me with its icy promises, only to betray me in my hour of need. I stood there, Frosty-less, staring into the void where chocolatey goodness should have been.
But the tragedy did not end there.
My friends, innocent and unsuspecting, ordered Biggie Bags. Simple. Affordable. Reliable. Or so we thought. Somehow, through forces beyond mortal comprehension, they were charged two extra dollars each. Two dollars! In this economy! The confusion at the counter was thick enough to spread on a bun. There were receipts examined. Eyebrows furrowed. Time slowed.
And then… the nugget incident.
One of us lifted a chicken nugget toward the light — perhaps instinctively, perhaps guided by fate. That was when it was seen. A gray thing. Not golden brown. Not crispy. Gray. A color that does not belong in the sacred realm of fried poultry. It clung to the nugget like a tiny omen.
Was it seasoning? Was it a shadow? Was it a message from another dimension? We may never know.
By the end of the night, we sat in the parking lot reflecting on what had transpired. No free Frosty. Extra charges. A nugget that had seen things. The Wendy’s sign glowed red in the darkness, as if aware of the chaos it had overseen.
Would I return? Perhaps. Like all tragic heroes, I am drawn to the scene of my downfall. But next time, I will enter with caution. And I will screenshot everything.
⭐️⭐️ (Two stars. One for the fries. One for the character development.)
Traegan Sommer
Going from $5 to $8 for the biggie bag is a wild price hike. Quality was noticeably lower too- fries tasted like old sour fry oil, burger patty was torn apart and folded on itself, everything just meh in general. Disappointing.
… moreRachel Mullins (Clay and Rachel)
The food tasted good.
The burger patty looked like it was separated. It was supposed to be a single ⅓ pound patty.
The smashed sandwich was a crispy chicken sandwich.
… moreThe burger patty looked like it was separated. It was supposed to be a single ⅓ pound patty.
The smashed sandwich was a crispy chicken sandwich.
Troyer Just
Got my whole order messed up, got normal fries instead of baconator fries, didn’t put in my water bottle, and the only thing right was the big bacon classic hamburger but somehow forgot the buns
… moreNathan Birch
Ah, Wendy’s—the home of the iconic question, “Where’s the beef?” It seems today we have an answer: not in my burger. What you see here is less of a patty and more of a polite suggestion of meat, hiding timidly under a singular leaf of lettuce and a reluctant slice of cheese.
The patty itself resembles an earnest attempt to flatten a meatball that gave up halfway through its dream of becoming a burger. It’s dwarfed not just by the bun, but by my expectations. I’ve seen more robust protein offerings at vegetarian restaurants.
Adding insult to injury, the bacon garnish was a mere speck of crispy ambition. Together with the single slice of lettuce, it felt like an assembly line worker’s inside joke. “Throw in that one limp piece and call it gourmet!”
The bun, however, was fluffy and golden—almost mocking in its grandeur. It promised so much, and yet, when I bit in, the overwhelming flavor was… lettuce. The meat-to-bread ratio was so out of whack that even my hunger was confused.
Now, I understand times are tough, and inflation has hit us all—but perhaps it’s time to rename this masterpiece the “InvisiBurger.” Or perhaps, “The Lean & Meager.” A bold rebranding might at least manage my expectations next time.
In conclusion, Wendy’s, I still love you for your Frosties and your nuggets, but this burger left me as empty as the space between the patty and the edges of the bun.
Two stars—one for the effort, and one for the laugh.
… moreThe patty itself resembles an earnest attempt to flatten a meatball that gave up halfway through its dream of becoming a burger. It’s dwarfed not just by the bun, but by my expectations. I’ve seen more robust protein offerings at vegetarian restaurants.
Adding insult to injury, the bacon garnish was a mere speck of crispy ambition. Together with the single slice of lettuce, it felt like an assembly line worker’s inside joke. “Throw in that one limp piece and call it gourmet!”
The bun, however, was fluffy and golden—almost mocking in its grandeur. It promised so much, and yet, when I bit in, the overwhelming flavor was… lettuce. The meat-to-bread ratio was so out of whack that even my hunger was confused.
Now, I understand times are tough, and inflation has hit us all—but perhaps it’s time to rename this masterpiece the “InvisiBurger.” Or perhaps, “The Lean & Meager.” A bold rebranding might at least manage my expectations next time.
In conclusion, Wendy’s, I still love you for your Frosties and your nuggets, but this burger left me as empty as the space between the patty and the edges of the bun.
Two stars—one for the effort, and one for the laugh.
Rexburg Chamber
Wendy’s is a valued member of the Rexburg Area Chamber of Commerce, providing delicious meals and a welcoming environment for our community. The team goes above and beyond to support local events and initiatives, making them a reliable and friendly presence in town. We’re proud to have this Wendy’s location as part of our Chamber family!
… moreD Wi11y
The staff was friendly and efficient, the food was what it is, but this was hands down the worst Wendy’s I’ve ever been in. Every single seat in the place is a flat wooden board. No pads, no cushions, no comfort at all. Absolutely horrendous dining experience, with my kids all squirming and standing up to attempt to find any relief from the incredible discomfort. I honestly think the experience would have been better eating on a bare concrete floor. I think I’ll drive past this one to pretty much anything else before I’ll ever come back here.
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