In-N-Out Burger — Restaurant in Daly City

I come to In N Out weekly, guilty pleasure. Usually it’s spot on and amazing. Unfortunately not the case yesterday.

Food was sitting on counter for several minutes before number was called. All the items was their, but the team had no sense of urgency at all last night. They was moving at a snails pace.

First order - got several burgers, all over cooked. Making the meat bland and not flavorful. Within the burgers got grilled onions, don’t know what went wrong. But the onions we’re honestly just decoration and had no taste. Last the fries were under cooked. Majority soggy and limp.

Second order - got a cheese burger to go with onions. Nothing hard, very simple.

Numbers are being called out, my number is almost up. As I see my food being handed off to the take out specialist. My order ends up on the floor instead. Several employees look at one another dumb founded on what just happened.

One the employees takes the food and puts the order back in. They then proceed to calling out 5+ orders after mine. No explanation to me when my food does finally come. No reason on what took so long for a simple cheese burger. Did not offer an apology for the wait. Was not smiling, nor made me feel valued at all. You can also assume and expect their was no refund.

Originally I was gonna give 4 stars for it was minor things. But then the last thing is what really irked me to write this review. Hence the 3 stars. I should score In N Out lower, but I just wanted to voice to In N Out. I love you guys, I come consistently for you guys are usually always consistent. But this last experience really left a bad taste in my mouth.

I will be coming back, but maybe not this particular In N Out unfortunately.

Hate to see something good and valued...

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