McDonald’s

This location purposely serves ruined/​spoiled burgers.
They have repeatedly served burgers that were clearly kept on the grill way past when they were supposed to be thrown out, burgers that are dry and chewy and taste like cardboard.
Don’t go here.

This McDonald’s is the worst. We’re not even here that often, maybe once every month-​couple of months, and they screw up our order like every single time. Most recently they forgot an apple pie and a Big Mac in our order of two Big Mac combo’s and four apple pies. Like how retarded are these people? I didn’t notice until I got home and tried calling the number on the receipt multiple times but no one answered. Guess that’s what we get for eating McDonalds… But still, ugh. If you must order food here, check your order before driving off.

Yep! It’s a McDonald’s. In spite of their best efforts to create the most uncomfortable seating arrangements possible, this McDonald’s attracts all morning visits from those who can afford to purchase a senior coffee and need a place to hang out.
If you do find a seat, you will likely have to move your feet for a broom or cover your mouth while some spray cleaner is being used right by you.
Another difficulty here is the ordering layout. There is simply not enough room for those waiting to order and those waiting on food-​the layout is wonky.
Final gripe– it is tough to navigate the uncharges for things like a small soft drink instead of a coffee with breakfast combos, or similar challenges discerning what might be a 2 $ summer drink special in a small size, but a 3.89 charge in a medium. They don’t try to help you. And no, it won’t be debit, it is credit!
Once you get past these challenges, the management here seems to try to connect with customers and manage the chaos. In several visits the fries have been hot, as have the burgers.

Typical busy night at a downtown Toronto McDonalds. Loads of inebriated people just looking for a quick bite.
From what I remember, the food were ordered was hot and as fresh as possible ;)
Was a bit creeped out by the man passed out inside of his t shirt at the table beside us, but he was just minding his own business and having a kitten nap.
Thanks Mickey D’s!

I love this location for one reason: DRIVE THRU! And not only that, the most whack drive thru of all time. I have nearly crashed my car into the menu, the speaker, the yellow poles that are supposed to keep you from crashing into the wall, the wall, the drive thru andd potentially the Ronald McDonald Foundation’s plastic change collectors located beneath the drive thru window.
The set up is terrible but it is so convenient. Especially when you’re a McDonald’s addict like me. During rainstorms I have driven over from Yorkville… yes, I am that person. Sometimes I just want my McDonald’s and I want it immediately if not sooner. This location always makes it sooner. Please note, I have never been inside.

After not getting into Sneaky Dee’s we ventured down to McDonald’s to prolong the time until she inevitably would barf (and then I would subsequently barf because the smell of barf is just the worst).
Though she was unable to determine for the bouncer how many drinks she had had, she was able to promptly order a giant mcFlurry and use her debit to pay for it and have me eat half of it, also a cheeseburger. She may have tried to start a fight with a group of teens I can’t really remember.
Everyone at McDonald’s is so nice. I feel like I have made life long friends. I also slipped on ice outside here one time and that was PRETTY EMBARRASSING.

The staff here (especially the tall one) are extremely judgmental. I’m sorry I burped okay? OKAY??? It’s not my fault the bourbon occasionally repeats on me. Also, it’s not my responsibility to remember when shamrock shakes «are» and «are not» available. I mean Jesus Christ… Maybe if you HAD a minty shake available more often, your PAYING CUSTOMER’s accidental burps would not seem so offensive to your upturned noses. 1 star only for the excellent filet o’ fish, which I quite enjoyed.

This is one of the few McDonald’s restaurants in Toronto with a drive-​thru. As such, I often end up here as a drunk passenger or, embarassingly, a completely sober driver in need of some nuggets. Don’t judge me.
The drive-​thru is a throwback to days of yore when they employed two separate windows: one for payment and the other for food delivery. And more than that, it sucks. The angles are treacherous, and if you’re in a vehicle larger than a Smart Car, your fenders and paint job are at risk. It’s like wearing a greased up wetsuit and clambering through a heating duct. It requires surgical precision to successfully navigate this pick up window, and when I have a violent McCraving I can’t be blamed if I blast through a building façade in an SUV.
I highly recommend the hot mustard sauce.
Obligatory Title Pun: McNUGGET of wisdom: walk in instead.
Menu Readability: I find the drive-​thru menu really confrontational.
Need to mention: Why do they spell it «thru» and not «through»? How has no one called them on this?
What this place teaches me about myself: I am so glad I don’t own a car.

McDonald’s is my favorite restaurant in the world. Not ashamed of that, either.
The experiences at this location, hands down over the last 2 years, have been consistently poor. It’s not where it physically is, the parking, the food, it is… the staff. They are awful.
I keep coming back– because it has drivethru. Its almost comical how poor a handle of the English language each person on the intercom.
This is the only location I’ve been to that requires 6x as long to place an order, and ¹⁄₃ times, the order is wrong. Never drive away until you check the bag.
Management at this location needs to spend less money on renovations and more on better hiring practices.

Dear McDonald’s,
I know you’re not good for me. Actually, we ALL know you’re bad for us. but why, are you so f-​ing good?!
You’re especially tempting on those Sunday afternoons, when I don’t feel like cooking. That’s when you’re really tasty. Especially after smoking a big fat bowl … mmm …
I try to stay away from you.
It’s your smell. It’s the way you give me the same food, every single time. It’s never a surprise, and I’m never really disappointed. Every so often your fries are soggy and gross, but I forgive you. The sauce oozing out of my McChicken makes me forget how crappy your fries are.
I wish you’d stop sending me those ‘2 can dine for $ 8.99′ coupons in the mail. They make me angry, and I feel bad for the environment, so I always keep your coupons. and sometimes even end up using them. So for that, I hate you, and your strategic marketing campaigns. It’s like you *know* when I’m eating well and exercising regularly, as that’s when you come out tempt me …
I will probably see you in a couple of weeks, so with that, I look forward to our next encounter.
Sincerely,
L.
PS. I love you especially at this location, because you don’t make me move my lazy ass to get my food — i just reach out the window.

As a person who enjoys a drink in the afternoon, the first thing which struck me was the lack of single malts at this restaurant. The second thing which struck me was the lack of any alcohol whatsoever. I turned and walked out. For shame gentlemen!