Wendy’s

Absolutely terribly rude service. The man working the drive thru provides the worst service.

You almost forget your entering a ‘FAST-​FOOD’ establishment upon entering this Wendy’s. Wendy went All out remodeling this place. Can you say, swanky! I like, I like. No lines, compare to the other restaurants along Moreland Ave. Friendly staff and a pleasant overall experience. I’ve out grown fast-​food but my kids love it, this location seems to be their favorite place to visit.

I never really was a fan of Wendy’s prior to the latest company «re-​branding» that included a complete building renovation and an updated menu. Now I eat here at least twice a week for lunch because I love the variety of items on the new menu. I must not be the only one impressed with the new image because this location is consistently full during lunch hours. McDonald’s may need to take notes, if they want to hold market share versus the new Wendy’s.

Not really a fast food type of guy, but occasionally Wendy’s will rope me back in with there «natural» fries. And now even more with this location being recently renovated. Nice and clean throughout. Employees are friendly and the drive thru is kept moving.

This location was just remodeled. Visited for dinner. Very friendly staff greeted with a smile. Very hot fresh food served quickly. The new dining room was modern with free wifi and nice atmosphere.

After a stop at the post office around the corner, I couldn’t resist the temptation to try the new «natural» fries at Wendy’s. Though I doubt there’s anything truly «natural» about the new fries, they are seriously addictive and may move to the top of my fast food guilty pleasures.
The drive-​thru at lunch was a well oiled machine, with both windows staffed. I think it took me longer to decide what I wanted than it did to pay and get my food combined, and somehow getting my fries from an employee bedecked with a Santa hat and a big smile assuaged my guilt (a bit).
I appreciate that Wendy’s offers smaller versions of their menu items, so that I can eat five chicken nuggets and a value sized fries for half the price and half the calories of a full combo.

They always get the orders wrong (every single time, I am not joking), but it’s still great to have after nights in EAV.
Once upon a time the band got food here between load in and soundcheck. The drive thru wasn’t working right so we had to order at the window. Our driver turned around to ask what our drummer wanted and the guy at the window yelled «I AIN’T GOT TIME FOR THIS SHIT!» and slammed the window on us. Which of course made us pee our pants laughing.
Thanks for the laughs Wendy’s!

It’s Lent and I’m a practicing Catholic. Well, I’m not very good at being Catholic, so that’s why I have to practice. Oh, if my mother knew what a horrible Catholic I was, she’d light enough candles for me to signal planes. And yet, despite this admission, I still feel the need to recognize Lent.
Catholic guilt, especially when coupled with the Il Duce «as long as the trains run on time» parenting style common among Asian families like mine, is something not so easily shed. Now it’s Lent, a time for atonement, giving things up, eating meat on Fridays. So it was this past Friday and I found myself smack dab in the middle of a Wendy’s Bacon Double Cheeseburger. My friend pointed out that I was being sacrilegious in not one, but (noting the generous portions of bacon and cheese upon my two all-​beef patties) two religions. «What about the Hindus?» I reminded him.
«Dude, you scored a blasphemous triple play!» he responded. Mmmmmmmm… sacre-​licious burger.
And yet I felt guilty. I pledged to not eat meat on Saturday, but my friend Heather (the good Catholic) tells me it doesn’t work that way. «You mean I can’t not eat meat on a couple of days and just save them up?»
«No,» she says, eyes rolling and Marys being hailed. «Are you giving up anything for Lent?»
«Um, Lent. Yeah. I think I’m giving up Lent for Lent.» Were I Captain Kirk speaking to some evil supercomputer, this sort of logical conundrum would create smoke and mayhem and the breaking of the Prime Directive, but the only response I get is an exasperated sigh and yet another person praying for my immortal soul. It’s enough to drive John Paul mad, let alone George and Ringo.
So four stars for enabling this fallen Catholic to fall just a bit further and get a small Frosty on the side for his trouble. Fast food chains get a bad rap, but Wendy’s still remains leagues beyond the clown next door.