Chick-fil-A — Restaurant in Burlington

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Be mindful when ordering from this location!! On Monday my family ordered takeout dinners and ended up with food poisoning with one family member being taken to the hospital by ambulance. I had family members visiting from outside of Ontario to celebrate a dual birthday over the weekend, on the top of their bucket list was to have food from chick-fil-a because there are no locations in their Provence. The order was large and there was an error in the order, the customer service was amazing when we went back to collect the missed item. After eating we all began to feel nauseous beginning at different times throughout the evening that eventually turned into severe vomiting and ..., the kids were hit the hardest. I contacted the location tye following morning to let them know what had happened, I was told the owner would contact me, I also spoke to the company's contact center, he didn't reach out until late afternoon after I called back both the location and the contact center and I was not happy, there was an ambulance in the driveway of the airbnb taking a family member to the hospital, leaving behind her 4mth old daughter. So the owner called, im not going to make this post any longer than needed, let's just say he's a piece of work. After some soft digging I've found someone else that suffered food poisoning from thus location, he was hospitalized for 2 days and lost a week's work. I can't make anyone speak up against this type of stuff but if we don't it will continue to happen. Mistakes happen with everyone, everyday it's the arrogance and lack of accountability that compelled me to create this post, the...

First time here and absolutely the last. This was, without exaggeration, the worst food I’ve ever had in my entire life. Disgusting. The bread was stale, cold, and not even toasted. It wasn’t just bad, it was insulting. Handing people old, lifeless bread like that shows a complete lack of respect or pride in what you’re serving.

The chicken sandwich was a joke. A greasy piece of deep-fried chicken with a sad, unmelted slice of cheese thrown on top like an afterthought. It looked like someone assembled it blindfolded and with zero interest in whether it was edible. Honestly, if you tried to make a sandwich taste this bad, you’d have to put in serious effort.

I sent the food back twice, explaining clearly that it wasn’t edible. Both times, they returned the exact same mess, just the fries dunked in oil again to pretend they were fresh. The bread? Still stale. The cheese? Still slapped on cold. You guys are not cooking osso buco.it’s fried chicken and bread. Very simple process , no skills or İQ needed or no need culinary school to figure out a toaster and a fryer.

I genuinely wish I had a chance to go into the kitchen and train them for 3 minutes , just enough to teach them how to make a sandwich that doesn’t taste like punishment.

The cashier was visibly stressed as well and rushing through orders like she was trying to escape the building. I barely could ask my friend what she wanted…

This isn’t just awful food and bad experience it’s a complete failure of basic business sense. Serving stale, thrown-together garbage like this is a disgrace. If you’re going to run a restaurant, at least pretend to care about what you’re...

Cobb Salad Chronicles

There I was, barreling into the fluorescent-lit kingdom of fast food civility, armed with nothing but a family tip-off and an insatiable hunger for something real. They said the Cobb salad was a marvel, a beacon of flavor in the abyss of drive-thru mediocrity. I had to see for myself.

The doors slid open, and I was met with a chorus of grinning employees—too friendly, almost unnerving. Had I wandered into some cult of customer service excellence? No time for paranoia. I placed the order, expecting the usual soulless transaction, but instead, the staff delivered efficiency with the precision of a Swiss watch. Moments later, the meal arrived at my table with the kind of swiftness that would make a pit crew blush.

And the salad—my god—the salad. Generous chunks of juicy, well-seasoned chicken rested atop a bed of crisp, vibrant greens. Bacon crumbled with reckless abandon. Freshness you could feel. This wasn’t some limp, half-hearted attempt at greenery; this was a declaration of war against blandness. I doused it in one of their signature sauces, each bite a confirmation that civilization still had a fighting chance.

The establishment itself was a temple of cleanliness, with a dedicated soul patrolling the tables like a sanitation ninja, erasing any trace of those who dined before. It wasn’t Michelin-star dining, no—this was something purer. A place where quality, service, and efficiency came together in a fast-food fever dream.

Would I return? Hell yes. I’d ride through a storm for that Cobb salad. If you seek flavor, order, and a place where they still believe in doing things right—this...