Wendy’s

Meh — it’s a Wendy’s. Considering the large group we came with, it wasn’t as bad as we anticipated. They were slow, there were some errors with some orders, but everyone was fed and it met our needs. I didn’t get the impression the staff was thankful for the increase in business today but they were not rude.

How does this place stay open? Every time I drive by it’s empty. My wife and I thought we’d give this a shot as it’s cheap. Regret.
If you want old, nasty fries that have been under a heat lamp for hours, and a nasty tasteless burger, this place is perfect for you.

Why oh why do I continue to torture myself by going here? I said uncle after our last visit. If my husband wants to continue to go here (he LIKES Wendy’s), he’s going to have to fly solo.
When I first moved to the area, and ordered via the drive thru, I just thought they were having some sort of electronic issues. But on subsequent visits, when I was the only car in line, and my simple no change to the menu order took forever, I was flabbergasted. I could have done a crossword puzzle, called my mom, and filed my taxes, before I got my measly meal.
OK, so we retreated and stopped our visits. But then someone got a craving again, so we said, oh what the heck. This time we will go inside. There were two folks ahead of us and a family that had already placed their order. No one and I mean no one was taking orders from the in house customers. The lackluster employees with blank stares seemed to be overwhelmed and under numbered yet there weren’t but a handful of orders.
We watched this circus and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. All of a sudden we saw a headphone wearing guy in a tie, with a British accent and hair greasier than the fry basket. His loud, brash, commands further antagonized the stressed out crew and the folks waiting in line. I was ready to bail, but the rains from Irene were starting and I just wanted to get home.
As we finally placed our order, we had to wait again as our burgers were ready, but the fries not. So I went to pick up all our necessary add ons like salt and ketchup. I reached into the bin only to find a soggy crystallized salt container that seemed to not have any human contact for weeks. No more chuckles. As I walked out, I saw a sign that said tell us about your experience… well I certainly did. Trouble is I got an apology but I also got some free meals. NOOOOOOO!