McDonald’s

We waited for 10 mins at the drive through Without service and another 5 in line without placing an order. They had 3 people on staff at 10 pm on a saturday. Ridiculous service. Never again.

This place is sh*t they took forever to take my order at the drive thru and they gave me the wrong sandwich! Btw it was only one meal!

I get my coffee here before school. I like their coffee and tea and there is a lot of homeless around this location i will buy something for them too usually. This location is a bit slow but nice. i was disappointed last week i order the egg white sandwich but got it with regular egg. I didn’t have time to go back and get the correct one.

Quite possibly the worst service in Denver. We waited in the drive-​through for 10 minutes and heard nothing. Often orders are filled wrong and it’s obvious they don’t HAVE to care about customer service due to campus and interstate proximity. It’s worth driving a few more clicks for better service.

Terrible service.
Cash required the past several mornings I have attempted to go there. They do not accept credit cards.

Go to order McDonald’s and ask to pay with two seperate cards, because it’s common more than one person may be ordering food you know. The guys tell me we can only take one order at a time … So we have to drive all the way around to place my second order. What changed in the three seconds it took to drive around? I know we’re in the hood but come on. I don’t expect a lot at 12:46 on Saturday morning but I expect more than that

Slow Service? This is not new on McDonalds.
I am not a fan nor a hater of McDonalds but this place is exactly the type of place that you think it is.
They have un-​educated employees that would go fight with the customers if they wishes. Not a type of place that you want your kids to went to.

In spite of the walk over to this McDonald’s, the place was really clean. My salad was very pretty and fresh. I never go to McDonald’s, but will go back to this one.

They tore down the old homless one. I had alot of memories there. The new one still sux! The customer service i see is still bad.

Just spend five minutes here and you will know that you have arrived in the Island of Misfit people.

Hey, McDonalds. You owe me three dollars.
The request was fairly simple, «extra cheese, no egg.»
I caught it on the way out of the drive through, mostly because I was asked «Uhhh. What did you order?» when I pulled into the second window. i figured that I should check.
(I take it there’s some sort of habitual communication or training breakdown in there, because you’ve always asked me along with everyone else that, when we pull up to the second window. It’s not like I eat there a lot, but on the infrequent times that I do, it’s interesting that it seems to be a common thing.)
So, checked and there’s no extra cheese. I re-​checked my receipt and saw that you charged me for it. A quandry, to be sure
What to do from here? Do I invite drama, go in and take a stand on my cheese? Or rather the lack thereof? Or do I make my way back home where it’s warm and. Well, home.
Looking at the receipt one last time, I took a chance. I went in, determined to get the cheese I paid for. (Admittedly, if you hadn’t charged me for it, I’d have totally shrugged and driven on, but times are tough. it’s a crap economy. We’re all trying to get by, you know?)
Me: «Hi, I just went through the drive through and asked for extra cheese. There’s no extra cheese on these, but I was charged for it.»
Them: «So. You want extra egg?»
Me: «Uhh. No. I’d like extra cheese. I paid for extra cheese and these don’t have extra cheese. I’m not trying to be a hard ass, I just want what I paid for. You know?»
Them: (rolls eyes, takes bag.)
(the confiscated bag is walked to the back. Several people congregate around the bag. Nervous and confused glances are thrown my way, the items inside the bag are handed back to the line, then forward again and put back into the bag.)
The bag is then handed back to me, at which point, I must admit that I felt good for taking my ‘cheese stand’.
I get back into my car and think, «ok, so. I’m just going to check, real quick. Just to make sure. You know, not that I don’t trust them or anything.)
And sure enough, no extra cheese, whatsoever. They’ve been opened, they’ve been spread apart and pawed through, but obviously some higher power, hidden in the kitchen determined that I was not allowed to have extra cheese that day, no matter what I’d paid for. The gods had spoken and denied me the fromage.
I debated on going back in and pressing the point, but really. If I was either unable to clearly articulate what I wanted, and you were clearly unable to derive what I wanted, or if there was a malicious chef in the kitchen, potentially wielding a sharp edged spatula or maybe a potato peeler that could act as an improvised shiv, the chances of any joy were close to nil. It was best just to cut my losses and move on.
I still feel like you owe me three dollars though.
Just sayin’.

Just kidding. I’m not going to write a review about McDonald’s…

I love their Big Macs. I am not ashamed to admit it.