McDonald’s

Every time I visit the Park Slope, Brooklyn, McDonald’s on 9^th Street, I think that the previous bad experience I had there was a fluke. I think how could I have consistent bad luck at a restaurant like this? I think, it must all be in my head. So I took another chance. This morning, I had a craving for an unhealthy, overly salty, saturated fatty breakfast sandwich. I wait behind about 5 people (there was only one cashier open) with about 5 people behind me. After waiting roughly 15 minutes, I make my order — steak and cheese, no egg, biscuit and a hash brown — I wait another 5 minutes for my order —
and then I head to a booth, open my bag (which is already leaking fat, lol) and find that they gave me a bacon egg and cheese bagel and a hash brown.
I go back to the counter and point out that they gave me the wrong order. They apologize, take my receipt and then I hear them yell back the order to the food preparer. «Bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit, no egg!» It is then when I just turned around and left. Never again. Worst place ever. Please plan for mistakes to be made at the Park Slope McDonald’s on 9^th avenue in Brooklyn if you do decide to visit. But better yet, just save your time and money (and frustration) and go support someone local in the neighborhood.

People are always cutting the line and the counter people don’t address the situation. Super annoying. Not just the people at the counter but the jerk offs cutting the line. Maybe tell the customers to wait their turn?

They are mad racist and just the worst kind of people. My large fries is actually a medium since they only filled it half way.

I been to this mc donalds at this location and I am never disappointed. Most of the staff take there orders and is polite. The timing is right. And is very clean and modern looking. And this is why I give this place a 4 star.
Customer service– is splendid and lovely.
This one server name Ebony really shines out. She do here job with a smile and shows great efforts.
Cleanliness– its not the best but it is not the worst. But the cleaning staff do their best to make it presentable. Which wins me as a customer.
Food — I never been disappointed. The ice coffee is on the money. I am soo happy.
But kudos to the person that shows great customer servce Ebony. She should train the people who don’t like there job to appreciate what they have.
I will continue coming here.

Need for caffeine drives me here. Nothing new here, so no review. Only thing that surprised me was that my order came in under 5minutes. Me being the only customer had something to do with it. ;-)

Typical McDonalds food but this location can be crowded during the entire day with office workers getting breakfast, lunch, and an afternoon snack. The lines can be long but they try and keep them moving. The breakfast isn’t bad and the oatmeal is decent and fresh for fast food. Get it to go and walk to eat since the tables are dirty and typically filled with some rather eccentric customers.

Well McDonald’s is the same every where you go but at this one the workers need a little bit of education in customer service, the girls behind the counter are rude and disrespectful they don’t know how to talk to the customers. They need to learn how to speak to people. Customers are always right ! Customer is first. Even the older ladies that work there are rude. Get better workers.

So pleasantly surprised when I walked in and straight up to the register. I was met with a careful ‘what would you like today?’ and a huge smile! I was so shocked I started to stutter! The cashier took my order swiftly and even asked if I wanted a pump of flavored syrup in my coffee. Be still my beating heart! During the short wait for my food, any staff I happen to make eye contact with offered up a smile, which I swear made me think they were pumping hallucinating drugs out through the air system!
I’m sure my amazement seems uncharacteristic, but just across the park with the Micky D’s on Empire Blvd the experience is like nite and day! When @ the Empire location the staff stare at you so hard you wanna clutch your pearls and avoid direct eye contact! They look like they want to hit you, and often make me question my own mastery of the English language. All while getting your order wrong!
Its nice to go somewhere they you don’t have to pantomime, point and wave your arms around to get what you want. That’s waaay too much exercise!

Total Jekyll and Hyde experience here… it all comes down to who is on duty. Hee, hee, I said «duty».
Anyway, some times I’ve been here and it’s been great. They’re taking orders fast and filling them and getting those lines down.
However…other times it’s been like the trying to get bread in Moscow circa 1972. One time, at 8:00 there was only one register open and a line of at least 8 people. The cashier was going nuts trying to get orders while this other woman was wiping down some machine. She must have been part Canadian because she was moving so slowly, I thought she must have had pure maple syrup in her veins rather than blood! Once the other lady finishes almost everyone, Miss Maple Leaf saunters over to a register and shrieks «Next!»
It’s like, come on, you couldn’t have put down your rag five minutes earlier and taken some orders. Oh, then she got some guy’s order wrong and he asked about it and she said «let me see your receipt» but she never handed it to him! Sheesh…
When it’s good, it’s good. When it’s bad, it’s awful.

I came here yesterday evening after Brooklyn Gay Pride because I hadn’t eaten much all day.
I ordered 2 double cheeseburgers off the value menu. The order as filled quickly. The burgers tasted fresh and hot and the cheese was sufficiently melted.

For McDonald’s, this is a nice place! Pretty clean (except, of course, the toilets– which every female obviously feels the need to pee on) and friendly service. When you’re feeling nostalgic for burger and fries made almost entirely of corn, this is your place.

Is it even worth writing a bad comment about a fast food place? Well after so many times I have been here (yeah I know the food is bad for you) but why can’t they get anything correct? Every time I have took an order to go it seems like something is missing! The employees have extremely nasty attitudes, and the lady who cleans gives dirty looks, but hey what do I expect from McDonald’s!

1– The price of the sausage burrito breakfast meal was different on my receipt (4.59) than advertised (4.49).
2– There was a 0.30 upcharge and when I asked why, she said because of the medium coffee. I didn’t ask for that.
3– Hashbrown was overcooked — tasted oil instead of potato.
4– The burritos tasted as if they’ve been microwaved.
5– A woman (not a patron) was soliciting and loitering, sitting at a table near the exit/​entrance.
The plus side that it’s one of the cleaner McDonald’s out there and they have self-​serve BBQ sauce.

I’m addicted to McDonald’s ice cream cones, so I frequently stop by to feed my craving. Yesterday, after having my taxes done, I treated myself to a cone, and brought home dinner for my family. Well, with so much food to carry, plus an ice cream cone to eat, I accidentally left my tax folder on the counter. And, anyone who knows me would not be surprised to hear that I didn’t notice anything amiss when I got home.
Today, however, Mick, the manager, called me and told me that he had my papers under lock and key, where they would stay until I came in and picked them up. I’m old enough to remember when McDonald’s advertised its golden arches. For me, the whole place is golden, especially the staff. It’s not only how nicely I’m treated when I’m there, it’s also about how my stuff is treated when I’m not there.
Thanks.

Sometimes you just have a hankering for some pink slime infused hamburger patties. Macker’s will definitely help fill that for you. This is just your typical Macker’s, with decent food, cleaning dining area, and okay customer service.
As much as I hate to admit it, I will be back.

My Happy Meal was decent… the classic burger, small drink, even smaller fries (WTF — like 8 fries), and they now apparently include 4 – 5 tiny pieces of tiny apples in an attempt to seem nutritious. The box is no longer that fun and the toy was useless and contained no parts for me to choke on.
This location is chock full of crazy people, plus the customers. But it’s near the F/​R/​G station so it’s not bad if you need some fries. Plus they’ve got free wifi, so you can watch crazy fast food restaurant fights on YouTube if the restaurant happens to not be so accommodating on your visit.

I’ve been in over 200 mcdonalds in my life & this one his happened to be one of the worst. I went in for a rolo mcflurry & boy was it the worst. The emplyees there were ultra slow. The cashier didn’t know what he was doing. It took him 15 minutes just to get my mcflurry to me. On top of that — he handmixed my mcflurry with the spoon instead of the machine that is provided for that service. I highly doubt this would be a mcdonalds I would enter again. the workers there were too rude.

I’ve lived on 10^th street all my life, and I have to say that out of any fast food joints I’ve been to, this particular McDonald’s holds a dear place in my heart.
From back when I was a little kid and they had a ball pit, to where my friends and I would order as many of the amazingly-​priced McTastys as we could afford. The crazy number of construction and physical overhaul that went into my mcdonalds is a testament to the changes of times for me, and not simply something aesthetic.
To be honest, no one really cares what the majority of the hipster yuppie population of park slope thinks about a fucking mcdonalds. There’re plenty of establishments where you can stick your nose in the air and pretend to be «cultured» and of good taste. You’re so refined! Please enjoy buying that vietnamese lettuce cake or whatever the fuck, but don’t pretend it tastes good.
When I want a fucking hamburger, and I don’t want to spend 12 dollars, I’ll go to my favorite mickey Ds.

One would expect McDonalds to be a similar experience from store to store, but this place will prove that theory wrong. I went here this evening because I had a craving for a Big Mac.
After walking in and waiting for almost 15 minutes, behind 3 people, and a crowd of about 10 behind me, I was finally helped. After ordering a #1 and Apple Walnut Salad, I was told that there were no more left.
Of course the manager, who just happened to be helping me in between yelling at the 5 employees behind the serving counter to «get back to work», she then offered me a replacement of «dipping apples».
Hmm, I thought to myself. It’s a crappy replacement, but at least I’d be getting a monetary equivalent of what I paid for. Unfortunately I was very wrong. After getting home and looking in my bag, I noticed that my $ 2 salad was replaced with just one 99 cent bag of sliced apples, without the caramel sauce even, making it a more than useless replacement.
To top off my wonderful experience, the Big Mac and fries were cold, and the fries were stale. The «soda» was mostly a cup of ice, with some sod… and the cup was covered with it, so I had to spend a minute wiping it down in the store to avoid holding a sticky cup.
To be honest, I’ve never had this bad of an experience in any McDonalds I’ve been to.
Not that it’s the most impressive chain of fast food, but this particular restaurant takes the cake for failure.
Congratulations!

In recent food writing, McDonald’s has become the stand-​in for much of what is wrong with the way that America eats. It’s used as a signifier for corporatization, overhomogenization, the evils of advertising. And it’s cited as an actuality, too: an actuality of aggressive unhealthiness, of crimes worse than negligence against the youth of America, the destitute. Rightfully so. I agree with nearly all of the points that critics raise against it.
And yet, in my heart, McDonald’s occupies a special place. Growing up Asian meant that the vast majority of our meals were home cooked and unfailingly authentic, the flavors truly foreign to a Western tongue. Even the occasional more generally recognizable dish that might cross the table — say, spaghetti — would pass through the lens of my mother’s pots and end up mutated into something Other. Don’t get me wrong: I loved, and love, her cooking. But in those tireless old days, she’d either be cooking up a huge new vat of food, or we’d be eating the copious amount of leftovers (in periods that could occasionally be measured in weeks). A great privilege, yet a yoke.
In that setting, fast food was an exotic honor to be earned, a reward for performing well on an exam or being particularly virtuous. More than Taco Bell, more than KFC, McDonald’s was our symbol of hard-​won triumph because for some reason nothing was more American — or more representative to us of the promises of the American work ethic — than McDonald’s. So when I got to go, I knew I’d done something special, or at least noteworthy. Thus, McDonald’s was formative (in its way) of my notion of food as pent-​up, then released, happiness.
Formative, too, of many of the sensory pleasures that later superior meals would give me. Who can bite into a Joe’s Shanghai soup dumpling and not recognize in the subsequent agony a little bit of the same pleasure/​pain of ripping into a McDonald’s apple pie? Who can deny that the crisp-​exterior to succulent-​interior transition of a pied de cochon shares something in common with the lowly McNugget? What better symbol can there be for the delicious mystery of any unaccountably wonderful foodstuff you inexplicably enjoy than… the McRib?
And the fries… The fries! In my life to date, I can remember only ONE time I have had fries at another establishment *without* thinking, «Gosh, these would be better if they were from McDonald’s.» (It was at Keens.) I can eat them fresh or cold, with ketchup, with that «sweet and sour» sauce, or just naked in all their glory.
It’s a rare pleasure for me to indulge in McDonald’s these days, which is undeniably good for me. Why I ended up in a Park Slope location on a Friday night is beyond the scope of this review. I will say that the weirdness of the McCafe concept, with its «nicer» interior styling, still threw me for a loop during what was essentially a nostalgia trip. A nostalgia trip to a place which has undoubtedly done much more harm than good to society. But what do you want me to do, give them 1 star? You would know and I would know that I’d be lying.
Probability of return within 1 year: 1% to this location, 40% to McDonald’s in general