McDonald's

“The restaurant was spotless, with tables and floors all freshly cleaned.”

Corby B.★★★★★

Wow…Greeted by a friendly staff member as soon as I walked in. Ordered online. Great special to choose from, plus it is prepaid and you don’t have to worry about it. Just pick up at counter or drive through. Had the Filet-O-fish with fries and drink. I love to have crisp fries that are Hot. Today they were perfect. I Love the snap and crunch of a well prepared fri. I do not like undercooked limp fries. Perfect today. Fish was excellent. A delicious meal today. This place has a drive through and a play land for the kids. Pack today with happy kids.

Rebecca Sanchez★★★★★

Dear McDonald’s, I want to start off by saying that I have a son with autism, actually he and I both have it. When he was little and I couldn’t get him to eat anything at home because he is sensitive to textures he would beg for McDonald’s he loved your vanilla cones and chicken nuggets because of the texture and even your delicious chocolate milk which I’ve been known to enjoy myself on occasion. and we would rush over and play at their play place for hours and it would give us both a break. I know you do that for many families. Kudos to you for being the best in town for families to eat a

Shirleen Woffinden★

This location seems to do good in the morning for breakfast. Once you hit lunch time you are guaranteed to wait for you food longer than it should take. It is almost like they have to kill the cow, process the meat, shape the patty, and then cook it once it is ordered. There is no fast in this fast food. The food worked well for my kids, but my husband's and my cheese burgers looked like they were in a game of catch. Messy, sloppily put together and cold. We ordered thru the app, got to this location and from the time we gave them our order number we waited 30 minutes before getting out food.

Scott CTRL★

I ordered a few things tonight including a McChicken hoping for cheap comfort and got a sandwich that can only be described as aggressively mid. The bun was sad, the chicken tasted like it had signed a non-compete with seasoning, and the mayo was there out of obligation, not love. It wasn’t bad enough to hate, just bland enough to make me question why I hated myself so much. The teens working there looked like they had mentally clocked out sometime last week, moving with a slow precision like wheelchair bound seniors dreaming about life before their first hip replacement. No shade, I’d look th