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| - Oh, dear....I don't even KNOW where to begin.
Let's start with the inability to count. Yes, when you get your receipt (either through the self-serve machines (if you're lucky, they have paper) or from the poor staff having to serve the front counter.....you wait in some sort of unorganized chaos/mess, and you have to listen closely while they call your 'number'. Well, it's never numerical and it's mostly random.
A plethora of people waiting in anticipation for their receipt number to be called, so they can rush up to the service counter, and be handed their orders. So not classy, kids.
Let's not even get into how longggggg you have to wait, to get an order. Wow.
Fast food, this is not, dear reader!
Ordered a filet of fish the other day, which seemed to have taken longer to cook/serve than any other type burger. And, the bun wasn't even fresh. Stale and tasted like a mitten. Blek.
Then there's the queue of customers, just to get their order. Like, a very long queue.
All the time, long queue. And, not a friendly queue, either.
The line is filled with grumpy suburban construction workers on their 15-minute break, business-types looking for a quick coffee before they jump on the hell-train (TTC subway) and a cornucopia of very sketchy looking locals that seem to call this place home.
This location has skid down the hill of convenience and landed squarely in some dark/dank hole.
But, it is a McDonalds after all. Bad on me for wanting it to be nice, as well.
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