McDonald's Port Augusta — Restaurant in Port Augusta

Delivery was efficient, as typical in McDonald's experiences I've had outside of George Street Maccas in Sydney's CBD. However, an experience I wasn't expecting - and would like to note - is of a fellow patrons unexpected visit to the table I was dining at. On approach, this man appeared friendly. This soon proved to be an enormously false summation of his personality when he remarked on the loudness level of the iPhone of my friend. He did this using a riddle; which, for those interested, went as follows: "Hi mate, I have a hypothetical for you. If my daughter was at this exact table, right where you two are, and was playing 'Baby Shark' on the iPad, how would you feel? [insert response: would you like us to turn the volume of the phone down?] Have a think about it, mate. [walks away; posture reflecting that of someone feeling a tingle of superiority in a dining venue totally absent of superior feelings, as it's McDonald's]". Outside of this experience, I must commend the staff for the hamburger, medium French fries and small iced late, which satisfied the hunger-urges of my stomach exactly as I'd...

Oh, McDonald's Port Augusta coffee. Where do I even begin? First sip? Abysmal. Like, seriously, the worst coffee I've ever had the misfortune of tasting. It tasted vaguely of burnt tires and despair. I almost wept. Then...a second sip. Wait, what? This is...decent? No, good! Actually, amazing! It's like a dark, mysterious elixir, full of hidden depths and unexpected flavors. I'm in love. Okay, now I'm back to hating it. This is like a flavor rollercoaster, plunging me from the depths of disappointment to the heights of caffeinated bliss and back again. The temperature is equally erratic; one moment it's scorching, the next it's ice-cold. My taste buds are confused, my emotions are a wreck, and yet...I find myself strangely compelled to take another sip. This isn't just coffee; it's an existential crisis in a cup. It's a chaotic symphony of bitterness and sweetness, a paradoxical blend of disappointment and delight. I hate it. I love it. I hate it. I love it. I'm not sure what's happening, but I need more. Send help (and more coffee). Or maybe not. Actually, yes....

Thank you Port Augusta for your fantastic service, clean bathrooms and delightful food. I really enjoyed finding a used female sanitary pad on the top of the toilet cistern, after seeing that I decided to take my son to the disabled toilet and he really enjoyed burning his hands on the excessive temperature flowing from the tap on the basin (there was no cold available to blend the temperature at all, after checking the temperature with my thermometer I found it to be 50.2 degrees c). My partner loved how your staff were to lazy to get him sauce and directed him to another counter, he also liked it how your staff implied he was useless for not putting sauce in on the self serve menu. From all my family we would like to say a big thank you and we hope to never meet again. We will definitely be going elsewhere in the future. P.s. if I could give zero...