Roy Rogers — Restaurant in Plainfield

served us bacon (we cannot eat pork)

this is lowkey the company’s fault for not showing photos of the chicken sandwiches with bacon in it, and not listing the ingredients, not the workers. however, we’d really appreciate some info from the workers?

my family DOES NOT EAT PORK. we cannot consume it. not only do we observe these dietary restrictions in our culture, but we physically retch / have adapted an EXTREME taste aversion to it. this isn’t the first time that workers/companies have been grossly negligent to give us bacon (obviously we would make sure there wouldn’t be any bacon by asking the workers + also we always check ingredients and make sure there’s nothing we can’t eat in them).

it’s a little slot in a cafeteria, and doesn’t have a formal menu other than the one hanging overhead, but i even went to them after we got our food wasted (we had to eat in the car and open the food there because we have a DOG) AND they realized that there were no photos near the chicken section showing the bacon and also no ingredient list or asterisk showing bacon.

we would have realized earlier but because it was a takeout because we are traveling and have a dog, we realized only in the parking lot.

i didn’t have the luxury of being able to see the bacon in my sandwich. i was starved.

then my day got ruined! so make sure u ask to not put bacon

or dont come here at...

Walking into Roy Rogers with an appetite is like entering a battlefield with plastic armor. If I’d hoped for the crisp, flavorful chicken that the brand once promised, I was swiftly disappointed, blindsided by a lackluster heap of lukewarm poultry. The chicken’s texture could have bested cardboard for chewiness, and it carried all the charm of a soggy napkin, both in flavor and presentation. This was less "Golden Fried Chicken" and more “Bland Baked Sadness.”

Now, onto the service: imagine the warmth of a Canadian winter mixed with the enthusiasm of a teenager forced to attend a philosophy lecture on Sunday morning. The staff seemed trained in the art of indifference, as if politeness and customer service were beneath them. I approached the counter like someone stepping up to request a loan from a particularly stingy banker—perhaps they were conserving kindness for future patrons, or, more likely, they simply had none to spare.

In summary, Roy Rogers here felt like a stale vestige of fast-food glory days long past. This restaurant’s ethos, it seems, is to serve as a culinary reminder that lowered expectations are, indeed, necessary in life. Would I return? Only if I wanted to experience a study in...

You're options on the PA Turnpike are limited to the services offered at the plazas unless you exit and drive looking for services. That being said the Pennsylvania Turnpike Commission should be ashamed of itself for it's rest areas. This is how the state represents itself to travelers on our highways. One of the most expensive toll roads in the nation and this is what we get.

The service was abrupt almost to the point of being rude. The condiments were empty, when we pointed it out we were met with packets of ketchup being thrown onto the counter (not even what we asked for). The food was cold and dried out, not appetizing in the least. Most of the drink options in the fountain machine were empty.

$35 for a roast beef sandwich, 4 chicken strips, two small sides and two drinks. Had we not been driving for over 9 hours at that time we would have tried to get our money back.

I would not recommend this to someone by any means. Do yourself a favor and avoid the PA Turnpike, or at the very least exit and drive the miles required to find decent...