McDonald's — Restaurant in Tennessee

A Most Distressing Excursion to the House of McDonald’s

Upon the recommendation of a certain common acquaintance—whom I now regard with mounting suspicion—I resolved, against my natural inclinations, to partake in luncheon at the establishment known as McDonald’s, a culinary institution often hailed by the proletariat as “reliable.” This proved a grotesque mischaracterization.

With tempered expectations, I requested the Quarter Pounder with Cheese—“QPC,” as the rabble have so inelegantly coined it—only to be informed, with a level of indifference one typically reserves for the weather, that they were entirely out of quarter-pounder patties. No apology. No explanation. No attempt at consolation. Just meatlessness, offered baldly.

Remaining calm, and gracious in adversity, I inquired after a Big Mac. Surely, I reasoned, the house named for the burger baron Ronald must stock its flagship delight? Alas—they were out of special sauce. This, dear reader, is akin to a cathedral running out of incense.

And so, in a state of hungry desperation unbecoming of my station, I settled for what was referred to as a Number 7—a barbaric twin-cheeseburger arrangement paired with fries and a beverage of uncertain lineage. I consumed it in a nearby lot, accompanied by the dull hum of traffic and my own flagging dignity.

Within the hour, I was besieged by a most improper bout of flatulence, accompanied by a cramping that could only be described as treasonous to the bowels. I assure you, no drawing room nor parlour could have withstood what transpired within the confines of my sedan.

This, coupled with the dual denial of McDonald’s two most celebrated offerings, has left me both disillusioned and profoundly unwell. The entire affair felt less like a meal and more like a culinary ambush.

One star. I might have granted none, were it not for the still-functioning ice dispenser, whose cubes at least provided some measure of cool dignity amidst...

Arrived around 11:30 to find the place not very busy inside. Waited patiently for 30 minutes for someone to take my order. Unfortunately, two customers ahead of me left due to the long wait. Despite understanding their frustration, I continued to wait, giving the employees the benefit of the doubt. Although the employees frequently glanced at us, no one came forward to take our orders, and the order kiosk was not accessible. Disappointed that my small order of a large HOT vanilla latte turned out cold, as if it had been left sitting for 40 minutes. It took 30 minutes to place my order and another 10 minutes to receive a subpar drink. After spending over $8, I had to throw away the drink due to concerns about its freshness (basically, it was a little colder than room temp when it should have been hot) . This experience at McDonald's was incredibly disappointing, and I believe the store manager should address the service issues. While I understand the challenges of the current labor market, it is important not to let it affect customer experience. Despite the frustration, customers deserve respect and quality service. It's disheartening to waste $8 on a disappointing experience. Thumbs down for the poor...

Only posting a one because you can't post a negative. My husband & I were just doing a pit stop off the interstate.. Do yourself a favor by skipping this exit because this is not a McD's you want to stop at by the plethora of other negative reviews. I wish I'd known. Hard as brick past date food, very rude management, and very slow service. It looks like it has been a continuous problem for a very long time. The drive through cashier asked for my order, so I gave it to her. It was one sundae. She never answered back, even though I asked, "Hello?" I thought the speaker must have quit. I waited there about two minutes waiting for a response. When I drove to the window to pay, the cashier walked away. She finally came back after 5 minutes, and only then repeat my order as a question. She had heard it, but just didn't take it. She then took my order, took my money, & rushed to the front.There was no one else in the line behind us and no one else that pulled off in front of us. We literally waited FIFTEEN MINUTES for one sundae. I received one half full sundae. Do yourself a favor by skipping this exit off the interstate. I really wonder if they spit...