McDonald’s

This was a quick stop for a McFlurry, which they had. That was nice since many McDonalds in New York do not make it, I’ve found.
The issue I have with this location is the number of people sleeping here. Many are taking up seats. There was an attempt by an employee to evict one when I was there by pounding on the table. This was not effective.
It’s sad that this happens, but it does affect the experience when dining here.

I’ve lived near this McDonald’s for many years now and being that it’s the only fast food burger place in the immediate area I’ve been here a few times. Now one of the major setbacks this place faces is that it’s staff takes your order at the register just long enough to charge you and then forgets what you ordered by the time they are placing it in your bag. Almost every time I leave without checking the bag, they’ve forgotten something. Now if that was the worst of it I wouldn’t have complained but besides the rough crowd and the misplaced ordered items, the place is not clean. Once I sat there to eat and a roach walked clear over the table like it owned the place and I was trespassing. Another time there was a fly in my closed cup. Seriously this place needs as much or more rehab than the drug addicts that frequent it. It’s sad that any restaurant would be in such a state but when you think of how McDonald’s caters to children it’s just outright shameful. Please clean up your act McDonald’s :(I really wish I felt comfortable sitting down here and enjoying a meal with my kid.

I Grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let’s start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn ‘Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV’s, every week we made forty G’s
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-​chick-​POW! Move from the gate now
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y’all

Food is rarely fresh, never got good tasting fries in this McDonald’s. What I thought I liked was the delivery option this location carries. Don’t be mistaken, comes all smushed, cold and steamed (and late). If you have time, walk to the 3^rd avenue location.

This is the local neighborhood McDonald’s. I’ve dined here twice, neither time sober. One of those two times I put down 20 chicken mcnuggets. Eating 20 mcnuggets may sound extremely satisfying but it’s a highly overrated experience. I’ll be back, most likely not sober.

I’ve eaten at Nougatine and ABC Kitchen numerous times, but I have to admit that I keep coming back to this fine institution for a great meal that puts JGV’s work to shame. The french fries are an example of potatoes that have been prepared in a form that may be legitimately considered a work of art. The gentle texture and crisp of the fries are testament to the corporation’s impeccable execution of deep frying, and the training that the personnel have undergone to achieve this perfection across the franchise is very much laudable. My experience with the beef has been nothing short of flawless. As I had requested, the patty in my burger was prepared to a medium-​rare, and the subtle cheese and softly-​grated onions danced with the rich ketchup and mustard on my tongue, as I tasted thick and quality processed meat between two pieces of toasted and warm buns. The acidity of the salted fries and that of the burger did not balance quite as I liked it, though I was very much satisfied anyway. I have to say that short of make-​up sex, I have had no better experience in my 20’s. To finish my three-​course, the apple pies were magnificent. The texture of the apples led me to believe that they were, in fact, potatoes, but I must commend McDonald’s for aptly managing their resources and overhead by taking advantage of economies of scale in purchasing only mass quantities of one ingredient, as opposed to diversifying their portfolio; this may lead to higher margins in that the franchises would be able to provide more products in their menu e.g. genuine apple smoothies or apple-​infused panacotta, but would ultimately lead to higher operating costs. In any case, the dessert was very much satisfying.
Though I paid only $ 6.00 for this meal, I must have gained the delight of a $ 60.00 meal. Cheers to an amazing institution for providing a meal aptly suited for all social castes.

I live around the area and when I’m really hungry at a late hour I come here. Also, I can get coffee here for $ 1.
Basically the worse customer service in history. People working there look so depressed and sleepy. Or they look angry that life made them work there. Either way, you wait in line for awhile as there are bums in the background asking people for change.

Stopped in here so my bf could use the restroom while we were out. Julia K explained it best, this place houses all of the crazies. I refused to use that bathroom, just knowing what I know about McDs and seeing the people there, no way!
2 stars for the apple slices!

I usually come in to relieve my bladder, and oh, you have to buy something for that. Because the bathroom is clearly first class and they use toilet paper made out of gold leaf.
There’s always the crazies in here, where else are they going to hang out — all the trendy restaurants around? Oh wait, I guess they could hang out in Caravan of Dreams.
Since I’m a pescetarian and wouldn’t touch a fish filet from here with a twenty foot pole, I’ve never had a meal here. I’m a self respecting adult who consumes better than McDs… Except… The smoothies. Though I’m sure they find a way to smuggle cow intestines in there somewhere.

Worst McDonald’s in existence, burn the fucker down.
Last & only time I was here I got in an argument with a bum about whether or not he lost his spot in line when he went to take a shit.
I hope he washed his hands, because I know the employees don’t. And they are worse off than the derelict patrons that frequent this crap hole.
Isn’t MickyD’s known for creating flavors that are consistent from location to location around the globe? My burger tasted like luke-​warm butt grease & burnt hair.
$%#@!

One thing remarkable about this restaurant, in contrast with all the other many restaurants in the East Village –
EVERY type of person in the neighborhood eats here. Old folks, kids, Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, sane, crazy, homeless, homeful… crossing every line there is. No other restaurant accomplishes that.
Now, whether all those different people SHOULD eat at McDonald’s is another matter…
Be great if they’d introduce an «East Village History» theme — pictures of Emma Goldman, Yippies, ee cummings, etc.
One last thing. There are people who like McDonald’s coffee…
WHY???

Apparently also doubles as a group home for people with brain injuries. Can I get a Bacon, Egg and Cheese biscuit with a hot, steamy side of batshit crazy???

Stomach ache to go.

Quick, somebody call the fire department. There’s a carbon monoxide leak at the McDonald’s on 6^th and 1^st Ave. The staff are showing the telltale sluggish, sleepy signs of poisoning.
This place makes me sad. Every time I go, I see a herd of people standing at the counter. It begins the inevitable questioning:
«Did… I’m sorry, have you ordered?»
«No, not yet.»
«Oh, ok, um, ma’am have YOU ordered?»
«Oh no, I’m just here to read the pretty signs.»
Etc., and so on, etc…
When you do order, the real chaos in the kitchen begins. I’ve seen Gordon Ramsay on calmer days then some of these people.
«ANGEL, FOR GOD’S SAKE, I NEED FOUR CHEESEBURGERS FIVE MINUTES AGO, WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG!!!
«MARK, I’M DOING THE BEST I CAN AND I’M HAVING A REALLY BAD DAY, SO STEP OFF, OK!?! OK!!!»
This played out between numerous employees while waiting for my food. I didn’t even try to hide the laughter.
These days, the only McDonald’s I tend to visit fall under three categories:
1) I am within ½ of a freeway and there are no other options
2) I am in high school, its 2 AM, it’s suburbia, I’m hungry, and there are no other signs of life
3) I’m jonesing for Hi-​C Orange Drink (the colloquial, vivid description of the beverage is what really draws me in)
I took the commercials’ advice and took advantage of my right as a New Yorker to order the Big Angus burger. I had one earlier in the month and I remembered it being much better than your general ten-​packets-​of-​sugar-​per-​bun-​grade-​c-​beef Micky D’s fare.
Oh wow. This was bad. And I mean BAD. It’s awfulness may or may not have been highlighted by the fact that I was reading an article as I ate about the fatal cases of «superbug» staph infections being on the rise in New York. The mayo had the appearance of cream cheese. The onions looked, felt, and tasted as though they had spent the better part of a week floating in water. The burger meat itself was bland, flavorless, and had the consistency of — oh, what the hell am I doing. Am I really here, wasting a beautiful Sunday afternoon sitting in my living room to write about the inferior quality of a meal at McDonald’s? Am I that sad?
This McD’s in particular is used as a haunt for the local, random old people clique that you will find in every neighborhood on earth. An old woman took a table of four to herself next to me (even though seating was scarce as it was) and began conversations with, like, 4 people who walked in.
OH, and do you know what I noticed today? The aftertaste of Dr. Pepper tastes EXACTLY like Play-​Doh! It’s so weird! Half the people who read that just went «WTF, YOU ATE PLAY-​DOH AS A CHILD???» and the other half went «Oh my God, I know exactly what he’s talking about!» I mean, come on, it says non-​toxic right on the can, and the pizzas I used to make with blue and purple toppings were simply too tempting…
I dare someone to click «Formal (Jacket Required)» for dress for this place.
OK, I’m done with this review.

This is a McDonalds after all, and I haven’t ever had an actual meal here, but I do have fond memories of just-​before-​closing runs from nearby bars to buy rounds of apple pies. And when you show up and order 8 apple pies and nothing else, they do need to heat the pies right then, so they tend to come out piping hot.

You know why no one’s reviewed this McDonalds? Because it’s the worse McDonalds ever! EVER, I tell you! I refuse to eat here. I will walk the three blocks to the next one. I suppose if they actually get your order right that’s commendable. But everything’s awful. And cold. And sloppily done. And the place is just skeevy. The food is all off. I mean, it’s not that hard… it’s MCDONALDS! And I’ve been to quite a few M-C-D’s in my day, but this one just takes the cake… and ruins the orange soda.
Wow. I just reviewed a McDonalds.