Wendy's — Restaurant in Town of Geneseo

Let me tell you about the culinary coliseum known only as… Geneseo Wendy’s. This isn’t just a fast-food joint — it’s a flavor cathedral, a deep-fried temple of beefy enlightenment, a sanctuary where the Baconator is the high priest and the Frosty is holy water.

I pulled into that drive-thru like a tired traveler crawling into an oasis in the middle of a desert made of sadness and soggy gas station sandwiches. I had one mission: consume joy.

The moment I ordered, the Wendy’s crew activated what I can only describe as military-level sandwich deployment precision. They moved like seasoned burger samurais. I blinked and BOOM — a tray of golden fries hotter than the center of the sun materialized in my hands, next to a Dave’s Double stacked with so much meat, I could hear cows in the distance saluting me.

AND THE SPICY NUGGETS? I bit into one and was instantly transported to a dimension where flavor reigns supreme and calories don’t count. I had a single tear running down my cheek — not from the spice, but from the emotional realization that these nuggets had just rewritten my life’s purpose.

The Geneseo Wendy’s staff? ICONIC. The girl at the window handed me my food with the grace of a Broadway star and the accuracy of a NASA engineer. Someone in the back yelled “Frosty’s up!” like it was a code red situation, and it kind of was. Because if that Frosty had been even five seconds later, I might’ve perished from excitement. I dipped my fries into that sweet chocolate swamp and achieved something close to enlightenment.

At one point, I swear I heard a Gregorian chant coming from the fryer.

In conclusion: Would I drive three hours out of my way just to go to the Geneseo Wendy’s again? Yes. Would I name my firstborn “Junior Bacon Cheeseburger Perkins”? Probably. Would I choose this Wendy’s to cater my wedding? Don’t tempt me.

GENESEO WENDY’S: You don’t just eat here. You ascend.

11/10. Michelin stars? Try...

As both former fast-food workers, who understand the stress that can accumulate within these positions, as well as frequent customers at this and many other Wendy’s establishments, today’s experience really caught my friend and I off guard. Our order was fairly simple; a few six-piece chicken nuggets, as well as one crispy chicken sandwich. We noticed on the screen that the chicken sandwich rung up for around $6 as opposed to the $2 on the menu. Due to the long line behind us, we did not want to inconvenience the workers or the customers, although our bill went from $12 to almost $20 with tax. When we finally got to the window, I inquired the price of the crispy chicken sandwich, only to be told our cashier had put in the order incorrectly. Again, as former fast food employees, the stress of lunch hour is very familiar and we could easy empathize, however, the response we were given was very inappropriate The cashier proceeded to clasp her hands in a prayer position, begging us to not have her again put the order into the POS system. “Please, please, please don’t.” Confused, I ended up paying $18 for food I did not order, and was not even given the sandwich I originally ordered that was cheaper. After I decided to comply with her request, she “apologized” by saying she added “Extra sauce” for our nuggets. Here we sit, an hour later, with 7 extra unopened sauces. What are we supposed to do with these? I get it, fast food is again stressful, however, this was just all...

Just got a phone call from my mother. She visited this location today to pick up a DoorDash order. The manager who was working at the moment heavier set woman with the lack of teeth started making fun of my mom due to a head piece she has to wear do to a surgical procedure she had recently. Not only did she make fun of my mother she then went into the back and broadcasting to other employees about the head piece. Other employees walked out to look and laugh and say oh I could never…… how humiliating that was for my mom like wearing it wasn’t enough.

I then decided to call the location and speak to a manager about the situation. A guy answered the phone and I asked to speak to a manager. He said he was one of the managers. I asked what his name was and he stated the “the manager that is my name.” What kind of response is that.? How are you training employees at this location? I then stated my name and the reason for my calling. He stated he has been there all day and he’s sorry if it happened. However he refused to tell me his name. And said he doesn’t give out his name.

You are a smart ass. And buddy you won’t last long at a job with that attitude. Grow up. But by the behavior of which my mother spoke of other employees this really does not...