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| - By now, everyone in North America and every other continent, except perhaps our friends in Antarctica, knows McDonald's. I won't review the food, because it is standard, greasy, one-cut-above-inedible fare. They have perfected the mass-production of barely-nutritious face-stuffage and that's just the way it is. If you only have two bucks in your pocket, or you're nursing the Mother of All Hangovers, you've eaten this stuff.
So, why only one star? Okay, here's the rub: this is the only fast food place anywhere nearby, so it gets a ton of nearby office workers, and it is the only non-gas station at the intersection of two interstate highways. That's right. NO competition. Cars line up at the drive-through all day, people stagger into the grub line. ALL day. There's no reason to provide anything other than the most minimal level of service. And they provide just that. Minimum service, minimum cleanliness, minimum wage workers.
McDonald's McZombies wander through their menial tasks, mumbling to each other. The place is nearly always a mess. The bathrooms are horrid. (As you'll see from previous posts, I feel that the bathroom just MAY reflect the state of the kitchen, as well.) You would think, with each franchise making in the neighborhood of TWO million bucks per year, they could keep the outhouse looking like an in-house.
Get back on the interstate, head in any of four directions and find something that isn't a franchise. You'll thank me. (The one star is because somehow, in the face of all that you've just read, the women who work the order counter remain cheerful, perhaps even optimistic. They have, in my darkest hours of dining, restored my faith in humanity. FIVE stars for you, ladies!)
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