McDonald's — Restaurant in Denver

New Poster Boy representing McDonald's, A gathering place for criminals between tattoo sessions as McDonald's aren't able to refer them to people such as theirselves who actually will continuously,intensionally screw thierself for thier entire lifetime by choice.Such a comfortable place to do so where children can play,"ha"learn by example..... as things have changed.Maybe they could fix one of your kids up with thier product he has obviously been doing far too much of.Anyone who remembers Ronald Mcdonald since the 80's would say something like????"Ronald would be proud. Or the locals would say "things have changed".."However, a more controlled environment, atmosphere...is the place for violence and violent threats instead of being in the presence of innocent, peaceful civilians and vets.My friend and I stopped to have breakfast thinking this location would have a better atmosphere than the one in Green Valley Ranch& Tower Road location. He is a disabled veteran that forgot his hearing aid,with "Veteran,"clear,visible spelling on the hat on his head(who has also served 3 tours of duty for his country,suffering with PTSD) along with other disabilities, sometimes he turns his head in order to hear better, some idiot behind me started making irrational comments about him " looking his way"??Lots of other well rehearsed fabrication. You are either familiar with the accent or not would be an understatement. My friend tried explaining peacefully. Couldn't see him,looked around, only see a female sitting to my right so far, all of a sudden he says,"no,your looking at my girl"didn't give him a chance at explaining anything before drawing back,going to strike my friend, stopping less than inches from his face while sitting,right before he got his hands up to shield his face telling him "I don't want any trouble!"Neither one of us were really paying attention to the idiot until he was literally over the top of him.What a cowardly challenge.(A couple of old guys sitting,eating,hands full?"Tuffie"?) Hope thier friends understand clearly when"Tuffie" speaks of this(all"Tuff guys"do.)while getting all the desperately needed attention required. All of the workers were too busy( there is no way ) to hear all of this ,or knew what to do.Went to the back to ask questions ,one of them being,this is private property owned by McDonald's,do you call the police in order to press charges or is it up to us?Nobody knew. One told me that the Manager was on the way.NO MANAGER?, Nobody knows what to do with no manager? How convenient is that,didn't wait to call. After the police arrived they thought it was enough for an arrest, say they will send updates. Hopefully they will get the help they need,meaning McDonald's and criminals equally. Very, very unsafe,not prepared for an emergency at all.No training,?fear....?are they both regular customers....? It definitely begs many,many,safety oriented questions. Definitely on your own,blows playland right out of the water. When you go to the back to ask questions,nobody will know what to do. Too bad they didn't stay to have their meal,she looks so comfortable. Weird thing about that... "ha,Tuffie"only possessed one meal while circling the island after his "one" meal was delivered.She was dieting?, daily dazzled?,not enough money for the two of you? Maybe she just didn't want to wait in the car. Oh yea,I heard that drugs are stored with fatty cells,maybe she just didn't crave.....food as fast.All guesses. Why guess yourself to death regarding McDonald's when you could find out for yourselves while...

The Clown Has Blood On His Hands

(One star, but only because zero stars might flag this as a hostage negotiation.)

We came for breakfast. That’s it. A humble morning pilgrimage for sustenance in the form of two sausage McMuffins, two hash browns, one French vanilla iced coffee, and a sausage, egg & cheese McGriddle—the food of sad champions and capitalist hangovers. What we left with was a spiritual violation so profound it should be litigated at The Hague.

Let’s begin with the obvious crime: We were robbed. Not metaphorically. Not emotionally. Literally. I handed over a crisp bill and waited, like a civilized human being, for the balance of my transaction. Instead, I received a palmful of pennies, no receipt, and a thousand-yard stare from the drive-thru clerk like she had just unplugged from the Matrix and wanted back in.

We stood there—confused, vulnerable—fumbling through the few coins she tossed back like a medieval barmaid paid in grief. With no receipt in hand, we had no way to verify our exact change. And maybe that’s the point. No paper trail. No evidence. Just another day in the golden-arched gulag, where breakfast comes with a side of gaslighting and plausible deniability.

This wasn't a mistake. This was a highway robbery operating under the guise of breakfast service, like some twisted IRS audit led by Grimace in a balaclava. The iced coffee was half-melted slush, tasting like it had been brewed in the emotional residue of a broken marriage. The hash browns had all the warmth and texture of a middle school apology letter. And the McGriddle—oh, the McGriddle—soggy, limp, and oozing with the regret of chickens that died in vain.

To the woman at the window: You knew. You knew what you were doing. The look you gave me when I asked about the missing change could have peeled paint off a battleship. You kept it. You took the money. Like a mob boss in a headset, you nodded, slid the window shut, and let the silence answer for you.

Let me be clear: This was not breakfast. This was war.

You don’t just shortchange a man before he’s had caffeine and protein. That’s not customer service. That’s psychological warfare.

We’ll never get that change back. We’ll never know exactly how much was taken. But the damage is done. And we will speak of it. Loudly. Online.

Ronald, you owe us. In coins, in answers, and in retribution.

Until then, this place should be stripped of its arches and turned into a warning museum for late-stage capitalism.

One star. May God have mercy on your fry station.

—B.D. (Former Patriot, Now...

I visit this McDonald’s extremely seldomly, but when I do, it’s always a bad experience. About two weeks ago, I came and made an order for two hashbrowns, two sausage, egg, McMuffins and a large mocha frappe all things were correct except my mocha frappe, which ended up being a small caramel frappe. I was in a rush getting my fiancé to work so I had no time to sit around and wait for them to remake it after already waiting about 5-7 minutes for my food At the third window. So I immediately called after pulling off and requested to speak with a manager. I spoke with a gentleman by the name, Giovanni and informed him what the issue was. He was very nice and he apologized and told me when I came back to just give them his name and the Item that needs to be remade. So today as I’m dropping my fiancé off again, he decides to stop at McDonald’s to redeem the mocha frappe when pulling up to the window, I informed them of the information I have at which point the woman on the intercom was clearly not believing what I had to say. She then tells me to pull up to the second window when I get to the second window, I am Presented with a butch looking woman by the name of poncho. At least that’s what the employee told me her name was, and she begins to try and interrogate me and tell me that that manager does not work there I have no reason to lie or even give out a fake name. It was completely disgusting. She then starts to question me on how long ago this was I let her know it was about two weeks ago and I showed her the note that I made in my phone. She then goes oh well he transferred to the new store that should not be my problem That just because an employee does not work there anymore. I should still have honored what was promised to me, especially when I paid for it. Her attitude was ugly and disgusting and she should not be in a position...