McDonald's — Restaurant in Harrison

I work nights and usually have lunch around 2am. You know when the other 99% of Harrison is home asleep. Sadly I have come to realize it's just faster, cheaper and easier to just drive the twenty extra twenty feet and walk through Walmart to grab a cold ten hour old sandwich and soda while also taking my sweet time walking to checkout and paying for it before going to my truck and driving back to work, then it is to order at McDonald's. And that's assuming I don't care that they can't ever get my order right along with waiting for them to correct everyone else's order who complains. And honestly now the only thing I get is a large Coke or Dr pepper without ice. And I still usually end up going inside so I at least know that it's the right soda.

So I went back on the night of 5-31-19 (Friday ) I figured that even with all the past failure of McDonald's to even get an order properly made or even bagged up good that I should take extra precautions, extra care on my part so that they can have the time to move and motivate themselves properly. So I called in my order! Excellent idea chap! says the lil British dry humor I so love. So I called this order at 10:18 pm and told them I could be there in around ten minutes. It took fifteen with traffic, there already off with a five minute handicap on filling the order. Well trying to get through the lot is impossible with all the teenagers playing football and setting in the road. So I finally park and go in. Theres a couple with their teenage kids with them, an older couple, and about ten or 16-18 somethings standing Their. I catch the front counter girl's attention (precilla or such) if I'm correct. She directs me to stand by the glass wall by their shake/slurry type of machine. It's now 10:25 everyone else orders their food and waits. Meanwhile oh so intelligent (Anthony) is chatting it up with teenage girl while basically sitting on the counter. Which is quite gross. I'm standing thinking maybe it'll take only a couple minutes. I mean it's reasonable that I'd have to wait and wait until someone eventually asked me if I was being helped. All this while precilla is still only focusing on filling repeat orders for the teenagers crowding the front like rats do on sinking ships. One of the order fillers actually tells anything to get off the counter and either sit down somewhere or start working. He says "he's helping this girl" the same girl he been trying (and mind you quite depressingly) to hit on or whatnot. Before the order filler actually chats with her. Then out of nowhere comes the sterotype of the"yolo" generation. Barely wearing what you'd call a shirt and looking like a wanna be thug butts in to front trying to get a word with the one of the burgers cook girls. Meanwhile the two order fillers their are are trying to get a hold of their orders and not t one person can decide which burger or product goes to what order. What I hear them call out they still need a burger and asking what it's for the person I presume is some type of manager says it's for the call in order. I try mentioning that it's my order but appearently the tall man with a ponderously unenthusiastic expression (myself telling them that's it my order, but you know , their not that observant it would seem. Meanwhile the kid in the black uniform with button on his cap is slamming bags on the counter and not ever considering if they'll stand up of not from the sheer impact. While getting a second cone of ice cream for someone else who I honestly do t think even paid for it as all those teenagers both employee and otherwise chit chat with each other. I check my phone after they carry off what I presumed was my order to the driv-thru to only find it's now almost 10:55 yayyyyy! as kids say I think, I've just wasted far more time then I ever should have been wasting and finally just have to leave as I've spent too much time on a lunch break that technically I don't get and I only took with a nod from the higher-ups. Im definitely not happy!!!...

Just had the worst chicken sandwich ever. Drive thru was slow, they got my order wrong, trash cans were missing and trash in parking lot. I had never tried McDonald's crispy chicken sandwich and wanted to compare to popeyes, what a bad idea. First chicken was burnt, oil had bad taste and while it technically made the qualification of sandwich it fell way short. My sandwich was a bun something akin to deep fried roadkill and nothing else. That's right no condiments, no pickle or anything else that could have redeemed my order. I didn't order it that way but that is what I got. I realize that sunday is not the A-team but wow. For a $6 menu item I expected more. I will not make that mistake again. I consider popeye's chicken sandwich the best in town and recommend going there instead. If you are wanting a burger go to the king as they now have the best burger in town since...

My last two visits were not so good. It's not about the food, standard McDonald's and nothing to complain about. What I take issue with is, I take my own order at the kiosk and it claims they will bring my food to me. Both times, there were no number placards at the kiosks. The first time I asked for one and the girl gave me an odd look as if she was asking why I would need one. This time I put in a random number. On both occasions they did NOT bring my food to me. On the second occasion they bagged it to go and I said it was for here. She just looked back at the screen and said sorry but didn't offer to get me a tray. It's not as if they were terribly busy or anything and I don't just demand people bring food to me, but if you say you're going to, then do it or tell me you're sorry but didn't have time or something. Just don't make me feel like I am...