McDonald's — Euroa Service Centre — Restaurant in Victoria

I arrived at the Euroa McDonald’s drive-thru with a profound awareness of my own absurd existence. The neon glow of the golden arches cast a sickly light upon the asphalt, a beacon of artificial comfort in the void. As I placed my order—a Quarter Pounder meal—the disembodied voice crackled back at me, indifferent yet omnipresent.

The transaction unfolded with the mechanical precision of a world devoid of meaning. A paper bag was handed to me, warm and weighty, a symbol of sustenance yet utterly devoid of transcendence. I parked and unwrapped the burger, its sesame-seed bun a mocking reflection of my own human condition—soft, structured, yet ultimately dissolving into nothingness. The beef patty, dense and unremarkable, held the taste of ennui. The fries, crisp but fleeting, were devoured in an act of futile hedonism, an attempt to anchor myself in the moment.

The Coke was cold. Too cold. A reminder that even refreshment, when too extreme, can become discomfort.

And so I sat there, in my car, in a McDonald’s parking lot off the highway, the weight of existence pressing down upon me as heavily as the corporate efficiency of the meal I had just consumed. The drive-thru was quick, impersonal, inevitable—like death, but with more ketchup.

Would I return? Perhaps. But not out of desire—only because in an indifferent universe, all roads lead back...

It’s a large complex, and all the shop fronts are filled. There are multiple shops, including the Maccas, Oliver’s, a new kebab place (sorry forgot the name), and another shop (that I also can’t remember the name), as well as the Shell petrol station and Coles-on-the-go convenience store.

There is a large open space with multiple change-operated vending machines (like arcade claw machines), and two massage chairs. The toilet is small for such a large facility, only two stalls in the women’s toilet. There is also a parents’ room with two comfy chairs (I’d assume for breastfeeding but there are no arms on the chairs so they’re not ideal) and a changing table on the bench. The room is really crowded though because of the two chairs.

There is seating in front of the Maccas area. (Not in front of any of the other shops though.) Three booths and a high top bench along the window. The booths are either falling apart or haven’t been put together properly.

The staff was friendly, and quick, and my order was put together great. Probably one of the best Maccas I’ve been to, if it weren’t for the subpar seating and rubbish bins overflowing and open outside. I’ve been here before and they weren’t in that state so it could have just...

Let’s concentrate on the one and only issue with McDonalds Euroa. A certain staff member who proceeded to grab her name badge and push it out in my direction just so I knew who she was and in her words “ here’s my name MICHELLE and feel free to put in a review on me “.. When you tell me “ I hope you have the day you deserve “ it’s time to ask for the manager! Now this woman who is on front of house duties (helping out the barista basically) and being at the counter, is pretty much the face of the company she works for so you would imagine she has the maturity and ability to handle this. Well blow me down with the fact that this woman has to be the rudest and mouthy person I have ever witnessed in any store I have been in. Not only was she incredibly rude to an elderly lady who was inquiring about her hot chocolate, she couldn’t help herself when (because I spoke up in defence of the elderly woman) she told me I should keep my opinion to myself and also tell the elderly woman that she couldn’t care less about when her drink was coming out. All this played out in front of 30 odd people. How embarrassing and disgusting and I wish I could cover the rest of what happened in this review. One can only hope she was disciplined for...