McDonald's — Restaurant in Louisiana

Ah, McDonald’s—that temple of haute cuisine nestled humbly between a vape shop and a payday loan center. I arrived precisely at 12:03 p.m., the golden hour, when the sunlight dances just so upon the twin arches—those iconic, buttery-yellow monoliths of modern gastronomy. The ambiance? A minimalist dystopia, echoing with the melancholic beep of fry timers and the dull murmur of forgotten dreams.

I approached the counter—nay, the altar—and was greeted by a young acolyte in polyester, her headset askew like a crooked halo. She uttered the sacred phrase: “What can I get you?” Ah, the poetry. The raw, untamed cadence of a soul who’s seen too much.

I ordered a Quarter Pounder with Cheese—a choice not made lightly, for this is the Wagyu of the proletariat, the filet mignon of freeway exits. The beef—aged approximately seven minutes—was kissed by the flat-top with such brutalist efficiency, I wept. The cheese? American, of course. A bold declaration of synthetic perfection. It clung to the patty like desperation to a job interview.

The fries, mon Dieu, the fries! Each one a golden shard of Olympus, seasoned not with mere salt, but with existential longing. They crunched like the bones of one’s enemies and dissolved into a whisper of starch and triumph.

To drink? A Coca-Cola, naturally. Served in a chalice of waxed paper, its syrup-to-carbonation ratio exquisitely unbalanced—an audacious choice that screams chaos theory. It coated the throat with childhood trauma and fructose. Brava.

Was the dining room sticky? Absolutely. Were the restrooms reminiscent of a minor war crime? Without question. And yet—this is the theatre of the absurd we choose to enter, to worship, to devour....

Got in line at 5:27pm, couldn’t back out because 1 car in front and 1 in rear of me (inside lane); RIDICULOUS, at 6:02 the car in front finally drove off, I pulled to 1st window. I was told:

We only have 3 people working (owners and upper management fault in my opinion, not the kids working here).

Anyway the old grey head lady in there is going to be the fall of this location SHE WAS RUDE!

I was charged an up charge fee for a medium Sprite ( I ordered sweet tea; I was given a medium sweet tea); we I asked manager about it she became argumentative. She refused my requested large sweet tea and gave me twenty cents, no apologies JUST evil eyes… the kids were obviously embarrassed and said she’s always like that and that’s why people quit. I was ordering this food for someone else and I will not be returning to this location… I recall last year same scenario but she was rude to the person ahead of me…

Replace her and clean the facility or close it- her customer service skills are NON EXISTING. And she’s a bad example for the employees and certainly a bad representation of fast food workers. Ronald McDonald would faint at this experience! Rated 0

Received...

Simply the worst. Gave Mickey Ds one more chance and still just really disappointed. Went inside, not even during the height of lunch rush and ordered at the kiosk thinking it would improve efficiency of service. Nope. The kisosk tells you to take a number tent and to go relax and the food would be brought out. Nope. After finally realizing they were yelling my number I went up and tried to ask if they weren't supposed to bring it out to me, 4 workers standing right there and I couldn't even get a response. Also, no cups in my order so I asked and finally got a worker to respond and tell me I could just take my own. Really? How can this business survive like this? I personally have had enough of McDonald's and hope that it can improve service to its patrons. Honestly, the food isn't any better than when I was young, probably worse, terribly unhealthy, but at least there used to be something fun about coming to eat here. And there was service with a smile. Now that is absent and there really isn't any reason to continue coming. Zero stars if it...