McDonald's Menu Prices at 15254 Hwy 43 ★3.6 (1157)

I opened this box and immediately felt like I needed clergy present. What McDonald’s handed me was not a sandwich. It was a war crime wrapped in a cheerful little cardboard coffin. Let’s begin with the “cheese,” though calling it cheese is generous. What I received was a particle. A cheese atom. Something so tiny I could have inhaled it by accident. It wasn’t sliced. It wasn’t divided. It wasn’t even torn. It looked like someone scraped a cheese slice with their fingernail and said, “Ah yes… he’ll never notice.” The cheese was so microscopic I’m convinced it qualifies as subatomic dairy. A ghost. A memory. A whisper of lactose drifting into the void. And naturally — NATURALLY — it wasn’t placed on the fish. No. Because that would show intention, coordination, or even the faintest understanding of sandwiches as a concept. Instead, the cheese was flung against the lower bun like it was trying to flee the scene. It’s dangling halfway off like it’s waiting for a rescue helicopter. Now the fish. Let’s talk about the fish. This filet looks like it survived a hostile interrogation at an undisclosed location. There is a hole — a literal, physical, metaphysical hole — burned through the center as though the universe tried to delete it. Why is there a portal in my fish? A void. A negative space. A cosmic wound. If I drop a french fry in it, will it come out in 1983? Will I see my ancestors? Will I gain forbidden knowledge? Why does my lunch look like something NASA would quarantine? The bun? Dry enough to qualify as silica-based building material. The overall shape? Resembling a decommissioned flotation device. At this point, I’m convinced McDonald’s doesn’t make Filet-O-Fish sandwiches. They summon them. From realms unknown. From dimensions where cheese is forbidden and hope has long since died. And listen — I don’t ask for much. I don’t want gourmet. I don’t want Michelin stars. I simply want the slice of cheese I paid actual American currency for, placed ON — let me repeat, ON — the fish. If McDonald’s gives me ONE MORE of these sandwiches that looks like it was pulled out of a collapsed time portal, I will show up at the counter holding this thing like evidence at the Hague. I will point. I will diagram. I will deliver a monologue so catastrophic the district manager’s name badge will melt off his shirt. Fix it. Because I’m one Filet-O-Fish away from becoming a cryptid employees warn the new hires about.

Only gave it 3 stars because we couldn't actually get food. Either they are truly wonderful, or horribly shorthanded. I had placed a breakfast order on a Saturday at 10:00 through the app for drive-thru pickup, but when we arrived, the drive-thru line was wrapped around the building and out in the road. I cancelled and we went to Burger King.

My double quarter pounder w chesse was raw in Russellville AL around 630ish.

Good service. Very friendly. Food was good and warm.

I ordered a happy meal and a buy one get one double cheeseburger, large fry and large drink and the happy meal I told them I don’t want apples give me extra fries meal box. But I got the hamburger I got the apples and I got three french fries in the little French fries box and on the other order I didn’t even get the french fries I order they need to quit talking and do their jobs down there and watch what they’re putting in the bags I’m tired of having to call back down there and try to get my order straightened out and have to go back to get my food again twice. It’s about every single time I order on the App they don’t get it right.