Wendy’s

As stated before the building is outdated one register, a small kitchen it’s a very cramped space with only a few employees took ten minutes or so to get through a line of people and the family in front of me had some of there order missing so they had to wait an additional few minutes. The register worker was unprepared didn’t have a pen. The food was good, but not worth the wait to be honest. Wendy’s is my favorite but if your just passing through it here for a tourney or something. Spare a couple minutes and pass this place.

Man, this is the scuzziest Wendy’s I have ever seen. Wendy’s corporate really needs to come and pull their franchisee license.
The building is in disrepair, the workers are unpleasant and based on those two things, I really question if I should even eat the food.

This is by far one of the worst Wendy’s I’ve ever been to. The building is old and outdated. You just get a general sense of dirtiness. I would not want to eat in the location. With that being said, they have sub par food preparation, and its a dice roll if your food will be done properly. If you try to get drive thru at night, good luck. There are some rude employees there and you can tell that there is not REAL management at night. I would not remcomend this place to anyone, which is a shame because I love their burgers.

I have eaten here a bunch. Building is outdated and continually dirty inside and out. Service is slow but employees are polite and accurate with the orders. Food is pretty stale and flavorless compared to others.
Problem with this location is whoever owns it doesn’t put any money into making it better.
I have never gotten food poisoning though!

Worst Wendy’s I’ve ever been to! The Service was pathetic and the wait for food was more than 30 min! Don’t ever go here!

I made as mistake & my food tray fell off our table making a mess of mustard, pickles, fries & water. I stared at in unbelief for a few minutes, then alerted the staff. They acknowledged seeing it, offering no help. I went back to the table, sat a few moments, then picked up the mess & placed it on the tray. Realizing no help was coming, I left the tray on the soppy floor so others wouldn’t walk through it. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. While there, a girl went to our table & offered to get us more fries, but did nothing about the mess, offered no help.
When I returned my burger was still undisturbed on the table. I looked at it & seeing some cheese on it, realized they’d peeled the cheese off, I asked for no cheese. It also had mayo & catsup, I asked for none. I went up front to show them the burger. Waited a while after other orders were filled & got my burger. Ate, went back t the front to get the two chilis I’d ordered separately to go. Still nothing said about the mess or help. We left the tray on the soppy floor so others wouldn’t walk through it, and left.
This is a lifetime first. We’ve never seen people react like this to anyone making an accidental mess.
Sad!

First thing that struck me was what a dump this place was. It’s clean just doesn’t look like it’s been updated since the 80s. Wood paneling and even the service station still exists from the days of the super buffet. Really tired.
That being said, the service was fast and reasonably friendly and the food was good. Nuggets were a bit cool and they gave me a Jr cheeseburger instead of the Jr cheese deluxe but it wasn’t worth returning to the counter for lettuce and tomato. If my order would have been in any way special it seems like it could have been a minor disaster. Overall a good experience.

Alright, it was ten o’clock and I had worked up a man-​sized appetite watching my children swim. So I set out to Wendy’s – old reliable Wendy’s – hoping to fill my stomach and assuage my peculiar American spiritual need to purchase things. Onward went I.
Forty-​five minutes passed before I got my Single w/​everything and Sm. Frosty. Communication difficulties accounted for about ten of these forty-​five minutes, as the order-​taker in Window # 1 misunderstood my aforementioned order. She thought I was trying to order breakfast, which I didn’t know Wendy’s even had. I told her no; no, I was not ordering breakfast, but instead was requesting a Single w/​everything and Sm. Frosty. «You want a ninety-​nine cent cheeseburger with everything?» she asked. «No,» I replied; «I do not want, I do not want a ninety-​nine cent cheeseburger.» Then I broke out into song:
And for that matter, I do not want chicken bits,
Nor do I want Freedom Fries*–
I’d most certainly rather eat grits–
Nor a Kids Meal with fruit punch and a prize.
I do not want a burger with bacon,
Nor a pair of frog legs with skin,
Nor a nicely sliced and grilled kraken,
Nor caviar nor a sardine tin.
So get me my single, my young friend,
And add to it a Frosty, sized small,
But if it ain’t good, I can’t recommend
This miserable little grease pit at all.
I pulled up to Window # 2 and not a single human appeared at the window for ten or so minutes. I was actually worried that a crime might be taking place, but several cars were now waiting behind me; with all these people, a group mentality towards morality developed and, thanks to the group, I felt much less responsible. «Let someone else be Superman,» I thought.
Finally, someone (presumably a Wendy’s employee) showed up at the window and slid it open. The biped looked at me in confusion but said nothing. It was an awkward situation, and so I decided to try to break the ice. «Oh,» I said, «I wanted a Single w/​everything and a Sm. Frosty?» Then the person put out a finger, to tell me to hold on for a second; at that point I noticed that he had a headset on and was probably twisting his face due to an extremely strange order a customer at Window # 1 (Oh! Window # 1! It seems so long since we knew one another!). Who knows – maybe he was on the phone with his girlfriend and she was telling him that for his birthday she was going to give him a three-​way and he was confused because they loved one another and here the woman was getting all pre-​verted on him. (I hate guys who turn down those things.) Who knows.
He disappeared. Occasionally I saw a human form rush by the window. I had the radio on and heard one Nirvana song («In Bloom»), one David Bowie song («Fame»), three minutes of commercials (including one about «losing that gut,» an advertisement that seemed designed for yours truly), and then back-​to-​back songs by They Might Be Giants («Anna Ng» and «Everything Right is Wrong Again” – both live). I changed the channel when new commercials came on and listened to some of the hockey game between the Chicago Blackhawks and the Nashville Predators, but the second period ended, leaving me to channel-​surf once again. Then I heard that one song that my eight-​year old son likes – I’m not sure what the name is, but it goes something like, «The universe will never be the same /​I’m glad you came.» Hate to admit it, but I like that song, too, and I found myself humming along to the lyrics. After that, that one song by Katie Perry came on, the one where she gets so blitzed that she doesn’t remember where the bruises on her body came from. I never really listened to the lyrics before, but this time I did, and I was like, «Whoa.»
Suddenly, there was a commotion behind the window. Two human figures seemed to be moving. One, the one with breasts, had a paper bag filled with something. She yelled at the male to do something, and I saw his shoulders drop in shame before he scampered off. The woman came closer to the window. The window opened. This is it, I told myself. This is it. Thirty-​five minutes after ordering, I received my order.
Strangely, despite the wait, my Single w/​everything was cold and my Sm. Frosty was warm and liquidy, the perfect temperature at which bacteria colonies emerge. I was so hungry, I consumed my meal anyway, and spent the next fourteen months in the Chattanooga Hospital fighting off the Black Death.
So yeah, I give it two stars.