McDonald’s

Casual and comforting. A good place to go to when in a hurry and you want a quick bite or just a place to chill with your mates. Can’t really compare the food because all McDonalds are the same. So I’m rating it based on location and service, which was very friendly and efficient. Kudos to the staffs.

Don’t get fooled by this McDonalds on St Ann’s Square. Yes, it might have a relatively inoffensive shop front that isn’t plastic and red, but it’s still a McDonalds.
And that means flimsy, damp burgers and overly salted fries. If I do end up here because my brain is so fried that I literally can’t think of anything else to eat, then a chicken burger and chips is just about ok. And I do confess that I have had a few sausage and egg breakfast muffins in my time. But that’s about it. That isn’t even a once-​a-​month thing.
The thing about McDonalds is that its just small portions of very processed food that is only tasty because of the huge amounts of salt over everything, nothing else. Don’t get fooled, there are plenty of better places to eat around St Ann’s Square.

It’s Mcdonalds the king of all things wrong with the world, well at least they were for a while. Nowadays its gone green, your burgers all come from one part of the animal and all from UK farms. They tell you about what goes into everything and how its made, they have free wifi and cosy seats.
I love it to be frank, I don’t mind eating at Mc donalds, its ten times more appealing then subway. They haven’t stopped stocking the real stuff people still go to McDonalds for, example the big mac, I know its bad for me and I may as well neck a salt shakers contents but who cares? I only eat it like once every 6 months and its nice. So I believe McDonalds deserves a pat on the back for reminding us all why it is king.

What is wrong here! Fair enough it is bad for you, but who cares!
I love a deli sandwich from here and I love the nuggets. It is a bit sad that people have it here everyday but I think that they have improved greatly in food standards.
The breakfasts are ok, if you like plastic eggs but the coffee is some serious stuff. Go on McDonalds!

Sitting amongst the lunatics, halfcut, at two thirty in the morning.
I slide along the greasy bench in an effort to avoid the insane gaze of one particularly lubricated reveller.
Whilst guiltily enjoying my death burger with fries, I glance around the room, checking out the familiar but in no way comforting surroundings of an institution I’ve known all my life and wonder… when will they start a goddamn delivery service.