Wendy’s

People were nice enough but the store was filthy and the bathroom was disgusting! No TP, had to get a stack of napkins to open door, cover seat, use as TP and paper towel and then to again open the door. YUK! Had it been not a must use, I never would have!!!

Ugh. I don’t know why I have gone to this establishment as many times as I have– probably because it is on our way home whenever we take Poplar. Here’s how the scenario usually goes. We drive up to the intersection, one of us will state «Do you want Wendy’s» the other will ALWAYS reply with «Ugh…(long pause)…I guess so.»
Every time I have gone here my food has been absolutely disgusting– and little miss red-​haired, freckled face Wendy would not be happy with the way they run this place. We’ve dined in twice– and both times (weeks apart mind you) the trash was overflowing– onto the floor– and the staff was so rude, they gave the term «rude» a whole new meaning. I can barley understand them, as they mumble and never make eye contact. The windows are filthy and have finger printed smears and smudges abound. Even if you could look past these glaringly obvious signs not to eat here– the food will turn you as well.
I have ordered the baconator more times than I care to count (it is really a fast food miracle) and every time the meat patties look like someone has already gnawed on one side, and the cheese is melted with the patties thrown on haphazardly– think a leaning stack of chewed up meat patties that you cannot move because of the thick gluey consistency of cheese holding them together. When I have been able to take apart my sandwich and realign the patties, it still ain’t right because they are all different sizes. The bacon– the best part of the whole sandwich– is always burnt beyond recognition. On another occasion I ordered the fish filet sandwich– the mayo was clumpy and had a yellow hue to it and the fish was so burnt it wasn’t even flaky inside the crust. That’s a hard feat to accomplish as their fish filet is quite thick. The lettuce was wilted, and the bun stale. The fries? Yeah, whoever salts them uses a pretty heavy hand– so heavy they are usually inedible.
I’ve also partaken in a frosty or two– which are always runny and liquidy. In fact, the last time we tried to order one the lady replied with «sir our chocolate mix is watery right now.» MMMMMmmm makes me want to eat frosty’s for life! Steer clear of this Wendy’s franchise. It’s enough to make you ban all Wendy’s encounters for life. Now if I could just heed my own advice we’d be good to go.