McDonald's — Restaurant in Tbilisi

This doesn't apply to just this location, but to all McDonald's restaurants in Georgia that I’ve visited. When you order food for takeaway, your order typically appears on a screen where you can track its progress. This is a useful tool that helps you avoid crowding around the pickup counter with other people. However, in Georgian McDonald's, it doesn’t really work as intended. After a few minutes, your order is marked as “ready” on the screen even though it’s not actually ready. Then, after a short while, it may disappear from the screen entirely. As a result, the only way to find out if your food is ready is to stand by the counter, watch what’s being placed there, and ask staff directly. You might also hear your order number called out, but if you’re a foreigner and don’t speak Georgian, this doesn’t help much. In the end, the tracking screen becomes almost pointless. I’m not sure why this is happening, whether it’s a misunderstanding or some kind of manipulation of order processing time, but either way, it’s a negative experience. KFC, for example, doesn’t...

While in Tblisi, Georgia I had a Craving for a Quarter Pounder with Cheese. Which in Europe and the Causcuses is a Royal With Cheese.

I was initially disappointed you can't order a double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, you also can't add extra onions either. I paid extra for double pickels, which was ok.

You also can't make a combo with coffee here, which was disappointing, or order an Americano with milk or cream. Better still a double-double or triple-triple 24 ounce XL coffee.

Also, the fries are considerably smaller than North American or Canadian fries. Approximately 1/3 of the size.

It cost 24.30 ₾ or 12 $ Canadian.

All-in-all, the food tasted good, and the service was pleasant and the restaurant was clean kudos 👏 to the Restaurant for that. In North America, our McDonald's Restaurants are...

This place isn’t just bad—it’s a festering dump that wouldn’t even pass as a pigsty. It feels more like a feeding trough at a diseased zoo. The food? Disgusting slop, thrown at you cold like leftovers scraped off a corpse. The floors are sticky, the tables grimy, and the toilets—oh god, the toilets—look like they’ve been lifted straight out of a plague-ridden dungeon. No soap, no toilet paper, just puddles of mystery and shame.

The staff were the only humans in sight, bless them—but even they couldn’t save us from the tragedy that was our “meal.” We waited 40 minutes for burgers colder than a tax collector’s heart, and were promised a refund that never came. Thanks for the trauma! At least the kids got to experience the joy of low blood sugar and numb fingers. A memory burned into our stomachs—and...