McDonald's — Restaurant in DeQuincy

McDonald’s, where do I even start? Walking into your establishment is like entering a food wasteland where taste and quality went to die. The “burger” I received was an insult to sandwiches everywhere—a sad, flavorless slab of mystery meat sandwiched between two pieces of cardboard you call buns. The cheese wasn’t even melted; it just sat there, looking as depressed as I felt eating it. Your fries, once iconic, have devolved into cold, soggy excuses for potatoes that I wouldn’t feed to a stray dog. And don’t even get me started on the “chicken” nuggets—more like bite-sized chunks of regret, with the texture of rubber and the taste of nothingness. The service? It’s like your employees are in a contest to see who can be the most indifferent. I’ve had more engaging conversations with a brick wall. And the cleanliness of the place? Let’s just say I’ve seen gas station bathrooms that are more inviting. McDonald’s, you’ve truly mastered the art of mediocrity. You’re not just bad—you’re impressively, astoundingly, soul-crushingly bad. Eating here feels like you’re being punished for something you didn’t do. If I could give you negative...

3 hamburgers we're RAW! Riding in the car on the way home at night after crabbing all day on Mother's Day. The first restaurant we come to is McDonald's. There's just something about a McDs double cheeseburger when you're starving. But this time I had to flip the light on and do a double check after my husband started spitting his out saying it didn't taste right. My double cheeseburger that I had been thinking about for hours was RAW through and through. Not just a little bit. I'm talking about the whole thing RAW. The manager was cooperative and understanding about the situation. However, it's just still not acceptable! Control the "kids" in the kitchen and stop running an elementary school recess session. There employees running around asking up like they are having a slumber party. They could care less about my hamburger or yours.

This is a restaurant where you serve food to the public. Serving raw or undercooked food has the potential to make people extremely sick. Do better! McDonald's in Dequincy.

Pay attention to what you're flopping together. If you wouldn't eat it, why would you pass something like that out...

You ever crave a burger so bad you’d settle for just about anything? Well, McDonald’s decided to test that theory. I walked into dequincy mcdonalds and left questioning my life choices. The McNuggets were harder than my last breakup, and the fries? Let’s just say they were so cold they could’ve doubled as ice packs.

And what’s up with the service? I waited so long for my food that I could’ve graduated college in the meantime. When I finally got my order, the Big Mac looked like it was assembled by someone using only their elbows. The lettuce was hanging out like it was trying to escape, and the bun was so squished it was practically a pancake.

As for the ambiance? Think high school cafeteria meets abandoned warehouse—sticky tables, questionable stains, and a vibe that says, “We gave up trying a long time ago.”

McDonald’s, you’re the fast food equivalent of hitting every red light on a Monday morning. Do better, or at least, just...